Well, I went to California. It was a really fast trip, although, I had an extra half day there that wasn't in the original plan. Daddy was really excited to see me. He was doing pretty well. He calls his walker, "my machine" . He says he's "going to get on my machine and go to the living room." So I called it a motorcycle. I think he ignored me. Mama doesn't know why he calls it a machine. Its just a folding walker, there's no motor, no moving parts, except, hopefully the wheels. He has one of those nice walkers with a seat and a basket and handbrakes (like on a bike). But he gets pretty bored so he worked on the basket with a pair of pliers and now it won't stay on the walker like its supposed to. I think that if they moved here and built a house on my land, he would be motivated to get up and move around more, come over to my house or walk out in the back with the dogs etc. And that may happen. Mama was talking like they might come here in a "couple of years".