A couple of years ago I did a documentary at Witchy's request on the play Red Hot Mamas. It was the story of a man and wife who when the man's mother was widowed she was lonely and she moved into their house. The wife's mother felt left out so she was also invited to live with them.
Decades ago this was a common practice, families lived together for generations under one roof. Tribes still do. Now I am. The Date's father's house burned up in early December. He was lonely not living in his house anymore and didn't like the apartment he was set up in. The Date finally convinced him to come and stay with us.
For how long, I don't think any of us knows for sure. Might be a few weeks, might be longer. It'll be an interesting experiment to see how this goes.
Just over a year ago it was just me, Rocket, and Patch. Now it is me, The Date, The Things, Zip, Scrat, Scotch, and The Guest.
So far it has been peaceful. He has a hard time hearing and the TV is up a little louder than normal but no problems. He seems a pleasant gentleman and is content to watch TV and drink coffee.
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