Don was right on schedule for his early to bed routine last night. At least he stretched it to 5:30 p.m. He woke up briefly at 10 p.m. I heard him shuffle into the kitchen and quickly back to bed. I go to check on him and make sure he actually got back in bed properly.
Kristy: Did you want something to eat?
Don: No, not hungry.
Kristy: I got some summer sausage to slice up for you to snack on. How about a few slices before I go to bed?
Don: Yeah, that sounds good.
I deliver the slices on a piece of paper towel and that was the last I heard from him. I see his TV is casting the usual nighttime shadows on the wall. He was watching The Andy Griffith Show series for the 20th time. It’s like a good bedtime story for a kid.
This morning I asked Don if he wants oatmeal for breakfast, and he does.
Don: Who brought me those sausage cookies that are in my bed?
Kristy: I did. You asked for them last night?
He doesn’t remember.
Don: There was a really bad boating accident this morning. (He points out the front window towards the ocean.)
Kristy: I see nothing.
He again points out the front window and declares the wreckage is still there.
Don: I guess they don’t know how to drive a boat.
His eyes are wide open, a finger pointing to the location of the wreckage with a look of certainty. I still see nothing.
Note to Self: Maybe the ghost pirate ship Inferno has wrecked on yet another Oregon beach for another Goonies sequel.