Father Goose anyone?

Here I am at Oakland Airport. As always, they ask a person to get all checked in so early.  And with traffic always an unknown thing in the Bay Area, we left in plenty of time....  so now I have an hour's wait. 

It's always so good to come home.  Imagine, the house is still home, has been since 1966.  That's a very long time!  I'm so lucky to have a place to go to that I can still call home.  In fact, I've been home so often that I leave a set of tennies, some clothes, a jacket, toiletries and jammies there so that I don't have to pack very much!  That's really nice, so handy! 

I had a good visit with my Mom and Dad.  We took them to  concert - a first for them - and had a blast.  We had lots of time for sharing, talking, having fun, along with some serious talks as well.  That's how it is when parents get older.  Good visits with my sister, and with my brother.

I sure didn't want to leave.
I wanted to stay, help take care of them.

I did what I could -- shooed them into the other room while I vacuumed the house, cleaned up in the kitchen, that sort of thing.  Anything to give them a hand with whatever chores need to be done. 

That's my job.
 I'm the oldest. 

Guess I'll watch an old movie while I wait.... Father Goose anyone?