Barbara J. Hamby

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My Entry for Santa’s List

Thursday’s dinner was lovely—excellent food and company. After dinner, while Floyd watched a ball game, I watched the video of his oldest daughter’s August wedding and had the opportunity to order a few copies of photos from the wedding album. Prior to the wedding video, we watched a video production in which one of his grandsons appeared. It was a take-off on Amistad, and pretty interesting.

We had wonderful leftovers the next couple of days and still have a few slices of turkey left. By keeping up my swimming, I hope to get through the holidays with no weight gain, maybe even a slight net loss. I can dream.

This afternoon we shared pizza, veggies and fruit with my kids and their spouses. At both dinner tables, stories from the past rang memory bells. Some I’ve heard before and remember, some I’ve forgotten, and a few I’ve never heard before from my offspring. Of course, Floyd’s family stories are new to me. It was good to see everyone, most looking well and happy.

All I want for Christmas is a working spa and it could come to pass. The tile work is progressing slowly on the new installation here in King City. We are promised the possibility (but not the certainty) of a hot tub in service by Christmas. That will be a blessing for these old bones, and especially my joints.

My son-in-law found the glitch in my computer-printer installation. Actually, to be fair, the glitch was in this tired old brain. Richard added the tweak I forgot and all is well again.

Even with my son Kurt’s and Richard’s help, we could not locate a stud on the ceiling in this computer/guest/junk room, on which to hang a hook for a swag lamp. Floyd and I had already spent a long evening searching unsuccessfully. I guess I’ll get a maintenance man for the apartments to see if he can help us out. The “popcorn” job on the ceiling effectively hides any evidence of seams and we tried all the usual tricks with no luck