We will call him Mr. Traffic. He's a wonderful man. I spend the last two Mondays with him. We have so many things in common. Art, classical music, astronomy, movies, cats. It's amazing. I have never met anyone who I have so much in common. He's a very caring man who loves his family. I really enjoy his company.
He plays the piano so well and enjoys teaching so much, that on a visit to North Carolina to see his daughter, he was offered a job running a music conservatory. It would have paid like an $100,00.00 a year, but it would have meant working a 70 hour work week and being available 24/7. He thought about it and turned it down. He did not want to work those kinds of hours although he knew he would have enjoyed the teaching.
The only bad thing is, he has congestive heart failure. That is sorta scary. It's effecting his ability to be active and I don't know enough about this to know if he will get any better then he is now, stay the same, or if it's the start of a decline. The way he talks about it, he feels he will get better in time, with his meds. I hope this is so. I know that this condition makes you feel like you can't catch your breath. Permanently, in bad cases. Walking across the room was too much for Sherrie's grandmother. She would have to stop and rest/pant, and it was only six feet. I sure hope he gets better. I want to take him to the Getty, Huntington, Norton Simon museums and they all involve a lot of walking. But, if he can't, then we will do other things. That won't be a problem.
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