Yesterday, my husband and I went out to the nursing home and took my brother out. It was a beautiful day in the high seventies, low eighties,with a nice warm wind so you didn't get hot. First we went to Subways and had sandwiches. This used to be a favorite exercise of my father and brother. (I should also note it was my deceased mother's birthday, too.) Then we went to a near-by forest preserves. The preserves had a small dilapidated zoo with a few birds of prey and a skunk, which didn't show itself. Also some bee hives. The path was such that my brother could get around on a walker. It was very pleasant.
I was the one who got tired first (I'm still recuperating), so we drove back to the nursing home and dropped him off. My brother seemed very happy to get out. So far though, he has not guilt tripped me at all, although I often feel badly on my own that he is stuck inside in one place so much.
A good day.
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