My goal is to wrap presents today. We need to send money to Spain, and we need to put checks with a couple of presents today. I can do this.
We got both kids and Bobbie XXXXX XXXXXX. There’s a tiny mountain of things for the Great Geezer. XXXXXXXXXXXXXX, XXXXXXXX, and XXXXXXXXXXXXXX. While he is slaving away up here, I will be down there wrapping things. He won’t remember that I am there. Bobbie reads my blog infrequently. The kids don’t read it at all. I should be safe.
I’d love to take one granddaughter to Blicks and just let her loose. I bought my degree, and so can she….but I had massive student loans to pay off after graduation. She doesn’t. I need to contact the parents of the grandkids who haven’t reached out to us this year and ask if they want us to ignore their kids or not. Ah, reality.
Our reality this Thanksgiving is pretty darned good. We are alive. We are clean and sober and not homeless…I mean, what more could one want.
Life is Really in the Footnotes: