A tired and hurting G with a smiling Georgette in what remains of a 1957 Chevy just like the one that was Georgettes first car.
Weve run our errands, even boosted our silverware count as if we need more silverware, and we have all the packages wrapped but those for Gs mechanics. I tell you, we are ahead of the game here.
Even the laundry is done. Did I say that?
Last night was a moderate success. Rosss neck scarf was too long as evidenced by his folding it in half then doing it again. Bee was scared to death to ride with us out looking at lights, but she did it. Seventeen accidents in thirty some years of driving, even if you didnt cause them, is nuts. She only panicked twice. Dinner and friendship was a huge success.
Tonights guest was to be Maria, the young lady whos HIV has just blossomed into full blown AIDS. Her brother has just been hospitalized with the same disease, and she will be with her brother instead of us. We get our dashing son-in-law .we really like this admittedly alcoholic son-in-law, and he will add to the amusement of the evening. Then he will go home. Hes not much for traveling circuses. G loves them. We will take tonights chautauqua on the road to Istambul around six, I think, after a good wallow in meat loaf, garlic mashed potatoes, and whipped cream on the last pumpkin pie in the store.
Until then, if you want me, I will be dancing between email, bath, email, cooking, email, and the family as they unwrap goodies that wait now for them under the tree. Batteries are even included as dear G opened everything and added those pesky double AA and triple AAAs. Ya gotta like a grampa like that.
Next week I will be dancing between customers and the new computer program as I am covering for Lenora who is covering for Richard who is actually taking a vacation. Thats an unheard of dance. I will pop in here when I can between work, Queen Mary, and work. Ana one, ana two ..