Some adaptation needed for this first day of our Christmas. G is working at the museum. Lessa has a long in the past social worker forgetting problem, so G will go up and get them all after he gets off work and bring them down here. I’m glad I’m not the only one who forgets things, but it’s a shame someone’s error is happening to Lessa’s Christmas.
These simple adaptations would have foreshadowed horror stories in the old days. Boy, I would have gotten drunk over this if it had happened to me. Instead of worrying about her side of the problem, Lessa has made the necessary phone calls, run up against the eternal public employee problem of the system being down, and I’m not going to let her wallow in an undeserved pitty party. She had made a brave decision not to drive this holiday. They will fax the papers on Tuesday to get her license reinstated, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday will be days she will just have to reach out and let other’s help here with transportation.
I’ll pick up the ham, and the Geezer will pick up the family. What more could we all want this holiday eve, December 2011. Later I will take tons of pictures justifying my granddaughter Beth’s statement, “Gramma, you always have your camera.” Thanks to G this holiday, I do.
Lessa's friend doesn't feel well so won't be comiing. Feeling very guilty because of the last minute invite, I asked our cat neighbor to dinner. She will come, and I am very pleased. Now I shall run out and get something for her kitties. She will like that.