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Did I tell you, or not? Yesterday--short sleeves; today, wearing heavy jackets! What can I say! It's still better than the summer temperatures we've had over the past few years. I am enjoying this, especially when the humidity decreases, which, by the way, it really didn't today. In fact, it rained most of the day! I'm still working out my menu for this weekend. So far, we have the turkey, roast, and ham, for sure. Naturally, I always prepare some veggies--peas for the adults (most of them) and corn for everyone else (especially the kids). Dessert-wise, I knew I was preparing our marshmallow dessert, and I was undecided about the ice-box pie. Well, today, Jan and I spoke, and I think perhaps I have to make that pie. Well, it doesn't take too long--and it doesn't last too long either. I think some of the girls are bringing stuff either already prepared or to be prepared here, so I'm sure we'll have enough food to last until Christmas Day--at least! No word today from the Manor or Hospice, so I am assuming that Dad is still the same. I don't like to bother them too much, so I'll give them a couple of days and will check in later. I also received a call today from my cardio doc's office--all of the blood work I had done came back just fine; however, they forgot to do the specific test that the doctor ordered, so I'll be fasting again for a repeat performance, probably next week. Hope this comes out as good as the last bunch. The gang is set to arrive tomorrow evening, probably pretty late, but that's OK. We are always excited about having visitors with us, not our kids are considered "visitors"--our home is their home, and they know that. More on these goings-on later. Today was picture-printing day--I printed up all the pics I took when I made my last trip home, so I'll have copies for Steve/Ann of their kids and for Jess for her kids (actually, only Channie this time). They all have so many pictures, I can't imagine what they do with them, but that's OK. Who wouldn't want pictures of those precious kids! Today, I received an e-mail from my cousin who lives in Alabama. He sent me a link to asite with quotes from world leaders, and they're great. You'll be seeing them at the bottom of my entries for a while. Thanks, Reid. I appreciate you sending that to me. Well, folks, it looks like Mis' Dot's trailer has finally found a new home. It has been sold and should be moved from our property before too long. Then, we only have the other trailer that is on our property, and that will be moved as soon as the young couple who is renting the property from us finds something they can buy on which to build their own home. Although the rent money is nice, we prefer having that property cleared, and it looks like it's beginning to happen. Sid has finished preparing all his exams for next week. Now, the only thing left for him to do (besides grading them, of course) is to make the key. Since he'll be using a Scan-tron machine, grading will be MUCH easier--and so much quicker. Our grand kids are having their Christmas Pageant next week, and I am considering going to that. It's on the 19th, so if I can make it there, I can also get my blood work done the following morning. I always try to get more than one thing done when I make that drive. Randi will be returning home with her Mom and siblings on Sunday. I'm sure she'll be back soon, but we haven't decided on a date yet. She also wants to get to visit with her Dad, so we have to make sure she's done that before she returns. Turkey is cooked: Now, I have to de-bone it and have it in the fridge to be heated on Saturday. The roast will be put in the crock pot tomorrow evening, and I'll try to do the cole slaw and desserts tomorrow, if I can. Whew! Why do we always do this to ourselves during holiday times? The end result is always terrific, but the hassle can drive one to the brink! Well, that's it for tonight! Have a great evening and a fabulous Friday! "The best and most beautiful things in life cannot be seen, not touched, but are felt in the heart." --Helen Keller |



