We have another Christmas party to attend tonight.
I am convinced it’s a communist plot to get me out of my Danskin hoodie and make me actually brush my hair and put on some lipstick. After all, I am retired, but, as I constantly say, I have to be in this neighborhood for a long time, so you have to socialize with friends and neighbors.
This social schedule makes me double-time my Fit Bit stepping, and add the fact that it gets darker a little quicker makes it an issue for me. I try to get Zosia’s medicine in her and then we try to go and a decent walk in.Not only does it get my steps in but it gets both girls some exercise and empty tanks, as a rule.
Please be careful, dear reader,if you are out and about, as you realize that alcohol, in some form, is usually at a holiday party.After all, it would be nice to be able to see many more holiday parties for years to come.
….walk the girls, and meet up with my buddy Isa, and her precious son,Nathan. I was in a post-work coma, and the girls and I were functioning on auto-pilot.
As we were going down the street, all of a sudden, I hear noise like a young toddler. I turned around, and there’s Nathan and Isa. That was the first time I heard him even to attempt to call. It was really sweet.
Now we are in for the night. Work is done, my 15,000 steps are done… Life is good.
I spent a few nano-seconds on why I can’t see people who I am friends with on FB anymore.
Seriously, people have real lives and don’t have the time to read every post written by everyone in addition to the lame-ass ads that advertisers and FB put in the way of a page or a post.
My former neighbors’ oldest just graduated 8th grade and thanks to the frequency of her dad’s posts, I get to see the two youngsters on a relatively frequent basis.Yet the other neighbors who moved away before we did, well, I have to find her making a comment before I even get a stab at seeing her page.
I am hoping that maybe I am just getting old enough to appreciate the fact that I really don’t NEED FB anymore: could that be the case?
Once again, the morning reminded me why I am retiring.
Suffice it to say I won’t be teary-eyed about leaving the local transportation systems and some of the riders on it.
Coming home was a different story.
While we were down at Undisclosed over the weekend, my neighborhood was busy.Below are a few new shots of Christmas light shots I took while coming home off the bus.
The stress of moving is really catching up to the both of us.
Jim actually helped me do the chocolate covered pretzels that we give neighbors every year at the holiday.We had packed the car up almost to the hilt today, and it had the odd feel of being a Beverly Hillbilly trip to the house today.While going through motions of moving things in and walking the girls for a healthy trek, it has left muscles in a big fat knot.
A hot shower and off to bed! That’s the ticket!