You know I’m not perfect, nor do I have one iota of desire to be so, even though my blogs only show my good side. Why not? Who wants to read about my New Year’s Eve gallbladder attack (heroically faced down with magic vinegar shots and warm lemon water)? I don’t want to whine about the $$ not being there when I planned for it, or to complain that I’m spending hours (literally) on the phone with numerous representatives of the insurance company, because ultimately these problems will all pass. Who cares if I’m re-arranging the furniture (again) in a effort to control what I can, since I’m out of control of everything else? You might be mildly interested to hear that Casey’s retirement=transition is going well: he started remodeling the laundry room and is out there All Day…I visit him there and remind him that he’s supposed to be home by 3:30.
Today was our first snow, a kind of wimpy snow, and I love having Casey here with me. It seriously brightens my whole outlook knowing there’s somebody else here. The birds, my reliable winter companions, keep me entertained and now there’s 2 of us to watch them flit around, devouring our seed and suet.
I’m busy planning trips, especially the Kick-Off of the “When I’m 64 Tour” beginning in February. Looking forward to milder temps, for sure, but for now the snow and cold are feeling warm…