December 11 - my daughter's birthday. Still remember that night when we were hosting staff at the old Playboy Club, and I had a small glass of wine after abstinence for nine months. Heck she wasn't due until the 12th. Well, I enjoyed that wine coming back the other way along with dinner later that night. Marvelous and dramatic entrance of this sweet little dark-haired girl after we kicked everybody out of the house as apparently, we had other plans. As part of the celebration for her birthday this year we had a busy weekend with JP leaving his folks to cope as best they could for two days. (LOL)
Ended Sunday night at a nice Christmas Concert and visiting with friends. I attempted chocolate covered sugar flavored pretzel sticks. Sounds easy; the recipes noted easy; the time listed for prep five minutes. Well, an hour later with chocolate refusing to melt into any recognizable fluid I started troweling said chocolate onto the sticks, throwing candy cane chunks and colored sugar on them praying something would stick. JP asked me what the heck I was doing and why was I throwing sugary crumbles everywhere. He did guinea pig for me and said they were nice and chocolaty, so tentative win and people ate them. I was much more successful with the lemon meringue pie I made - everybody likes lemon pie.
Very social week meeting Board of Water & Light folks for lunch one day and MIOSHA folks the next day. Used to show pics of our children, now it's grandchildren. I am going to be interviewed for the BWL quarterly magazine as the author has reached my letter of the alphabet "I" in retirees. This prompted stories which they had never heard so apparently some things will not now go to my grave. The only currently working person from the MIOSHA gang arrived two hours late, but we were still yapping so no problem.
Also obtained a quote for a new kitchen floor as it cannot be repaired-ouch. Continuing the reno mode I had someone look at the perpetually difficult sliding doors as long as we were doing one expensive thing-why not. Though showing many flattering reviews, the door guy was a non-stop high energy talker who left no room for interruption or questions, though we persisted. Several references to their work costs more, people will cheap out on a lower bid and ending with we seemed to be highly intelligent people who would know the difference. Final red flag was they could not guarantee a start date for six months. We do not "cheap out" but this one had unflattering sucker written all over it and we have been down that road before. Like the tile guy not knowing how to lay a pattern so I had to figure it out, creating an impasse at an impossible stage of remodel which required us to pay an inflated price for drywall and then handing me the caulking gun at the end saying they didn't have time to caulk everything. Guess we can live with the stubborn door for another forty years.
As it came up in the get-together last night fresh outrage at the Atty Gen of Texas ignoring a court order for a woman to get a medically necessary abortion by threatening the hospitals in the area and her husband. This is a desired child who will most likely pass painfully at birth and probably render the woman incapable of having more children. Threats from a GA who was indicted by his own staff for dishonesty, bribes, etc. This has to be a decision between a woman and her doctor; again, why do conservatives always claim we are taking their freedom away?
With two physician appointments this week I was faced with the inevitable blood tests. I always cautioned retiring staff to not take the 7 am or 12 noon appointments. Leave them for the working stiff. Boy I could not be more wrong. Arriving at 6:45 I had at least an hour's wait as the room was filled with us retirees. I know my problem is I'm always up early and I can't take my pain meds until I have something to eat and I've been fasting...... oh, right. Explains why my employees always seemed to take a half day for doctor appointments plus they got paid for sick leave. I actually don't recall seeing anyone under 60, which means several calls for the next patient as some of us can't hear either. The other fun part is that Medicare forces a nurse assessment of what level of gaga (technical term) you are once a year. Give me the three words, draw the clock, though I could misbehave by drawing a digital clock, and stay out of my personal business. My assessment takes about 5 minutes.
JP discovered his Mom's old BB gun in the basement and was eager to try it out. Took some effort and strategy to be able to cock it, but he persevered. (Yep a Red Ryder) Finally, he was able to hit the broad side of a tree and used up all the bb's in the rifle. He then expressed an interest in bagging a squirrel or chipmunk who wreak havoc around the foundation of the house and attack the bird feeders, but I'm not buying it. This is the same boy who took one of those creepy-crawlers that like to slide inside this time of year gently off my cupboard and put him outside with apologies to said bug. Peace out... 💚 💙💛
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