today is my father's seventy-eighth birthday,

And he's been stable for a while now, which is good. Spending this coming weekend there, and then, I think, two more in July.

The last two times I was there, we managed to get him into his gator, and we drove around, looking at things, including the far back of the property (where the new owners are clearing some of the bush and fixing some of the drainage), and down the road both ways, to see what was exactly, entirely, what.