I am in serious recovery mode today
from my exertions of last night. That makes two mornings in a row devoted to
this less than salubrious activity. Yesterday got off to a rollicking start
when I drove my wife back to our old haunts at first light for a dentist appointment.
We were done there by 8:15 and on our way back decided to get the car inspected
(okay that was mostly me). We also swung by the old house since we were literally
in the neighborhood. It was full on nostalgia until we passed by the dreaded
driveway from hell and I remembered what that foul beast did to me last winter.
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| Repeat - But I can't Get Enough of this Photo |
Upon our return to Worcester my wife
was summoned for shopping duty with the next door Mafioso which left me at
loose ends which resulted in a hasty scouring of the front yard for leaves in the
60 degree weather. I’m trying to enjoy this as much as possible because we probably
won’t see sixty again until April. Recovery operations were resumed full
throttle when I finished the lawn as I sat down to watch Navy’s annual pummeling
of Army. Its times like this that I’m glad the Cantankerous Friend has been so
quiet of late – neither of us went to our respective academy but that doesn’t
halt his naval pride from exerting itself each year at this time.
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| Wife and Excellent Boss |
My wife returned with further
embellishments for our granddaughter’s growing wardrobe. The insufferable long
distance we’re separated from that little miracle hasn’t dampened her
grandmother’s need to shop for her.
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| Our Table |
We geared up and headed out for the annual
joint management-union Christmas party at a local banquet hall. It’s always a
bit jarring to see employees outside the normal work environment along with
their spouses and somewhat questionable fashion choices. Luckily my wife seized
control of my attire 33 years ago and has yet to relax her iron grip in that
area (thankfully). We had a fantastic time and I even won a door prize of a $100
bill. I kept trying to convince my wife it was ten dollars but she has
excellent target acquisition sensors when it comes to currency. There was too
much food and beverage along with the excellent company. My most excellent boss
was in fine form and rarely left the dance floor. I was out there as well with
my courage bolstered by the effects of demon alcohol. At one point I was
dancing with 12 ladies at once, something I was pointing out to anyone who would
listen. So it’s easy to understand why this morning came entirely too early.
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| Boss Dancing with a Mere Four Ladies |
My daughter was slacking on photos
yesterday but she did have a fellow Curbside Girl/Mom visiting so that’s
understandable. Today’s selection of perfection photographed in California:
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| Curbside Moms |
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