So; we had a great six weeks with Dad. At almost 80 he didn't want to be on the go all the time but he got to see some of the local tourist attractions. Some kind person took this picture of us both at Mabry Mill over on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Ken and Josh were up ahead of us somewhere. This is the most photographed spot on the Parkway and it's a really neat place to visit with not only the working grist mill but other old log buildings and demonstrations of Appalachian rural life as it was for the early settlers.
Dad likes antiques and "junk" so having him here was a good excuse to go to Black Dog Salvage in Roanoke. I've been wanting to go there for so long but we never got around to it. Lots of cool architectural salvage but a bit too expensive for us.
So we moved on to the Irish Pub!
This is Annie Moore's in Roanoke. It's excellent!
Not long before Dad came someone dropped off a pregnant cat. We took her in, of course. She's the nicest, most docile cat we've ever had. We named her Patchouli. Here she is, very pregnant, soaking up the warmth from the lamp in the chicken brooder!
She just lay there purring while the chicks hopped all over her.
She gave birth to four beautiful little kittens. This is Dad's favorite. He named her "Millie" after my Mum.
Getting a clear picture of them all together was next to impossible.
It was nice having someone to walk the dog!
Long faces all around when he had to leave.