TRADIN' PLACES (2)

We awaited the final approval of the Chief Medical Practitioner, but alas, it never came. Finally one of his assistants approved us leaving that Dallas Presbyterian medical facility. The wagon rolled south and then a little west and we arrived at the Inn by the River. Doña Duchess was there to help Grandma Sancha, and this befuddled old laborer, get settled in for a good nights sleep.

Grandma Sancha and Doña Duchess then went to get Don Andrew and Don Matthew at that daycare holding facility for those too young to attend the more specialized institutions of learning. Grandpa Sancho rested up from that journey from Never, Never Land.


Finally they all arrived back at the Inn by the River. Don Andrew approached this ancient one and gave him a big hug. Then he just nestled up beside Grandpa Sancho and said very little as he checked the seriousness of the situation. The last time he had seen his faithful squire was when Grandpa Sancho was lying in that medical facility bed in pretty pitiful condition.

Then Don Andrew slowly started, I like you Grandpa. Then our young knight got into motion. I’m going home with you to the Fort of the West. We’ll have fun then. Was he just trying to humor his old squire or was he in denial as to the seriousness of the medical situation? At 3½ what can you expect?

Then it happened. He jumped off the bed, ran and looked behind every door and under everything. Don Andrew, what are doing you? he was asked. I’m looking for our swords, Grandpa. Then he climbed back on the bed beside his old Grandpa and said, Don Quixote and Sancho Panza! He assumed the former position sitting against his ailing old squire. It wasn’t long before Don Andrew said, Grandpa, let’s be Spiderman today! That was a good idea. That way he could be what he wanted and this old squire could enjoy watching him do it.

Don Matthew is just big enough to begin to walk a little. He seems to have a single aim to his movement and that is to approach Don Andrew with hands wide open ready to pull all his hair out. Don Matthew must think this is a formal way to express he love for his brother because he certainly loves him.

A good time was had by all. Then Grandpa Sancho was pooped. There will be a tomorrow. We must return to the Fort in the West. How grateful Grandpa Sancho and Grandma Sancha are every day for all their family.