January 8, 2009
Dear Everyone:
Happy New Year
to everyone!
Our trip to
New York was
marvelous. It began when
“Marshall”, bless his soul, made a reservation at a parking service near
San Francisco International Airport (SFO).
He and “Jeannie” picked me up Thursday morning,
Christmas Day, and
we drove to the parking lot.
When we got there, and the sign read “Lot Full”, we knew that didn’t
apply to us.
Our flight was delayed a short while by “mechanical
difficulties”, but we did get on the plane less than an hour late.
The flight was uneventful and we arrived in
It was very cold the first night we were there, but
it started to warm up over the weekend, until most of the snow had
melted and even the frozen pond began to look a little thawed around the
edges.
On Friday, “Kelly” took the girls to his parents’
place for the weekend. On
Saturday, “Alice” drove us to the
From there we took a cab to the
Richard
Rodgers Theater where we saw
In the Heights,
last year’s winner of the
Tony Award for
Best New Musical.
It’s about a small neighborhood in
We went on other trips as well.
We visited
When we weren’t on trips, we hung out at “Alice”
and “Kelly’s” place and I spent most of my time watching TV and
crocheting an
afghan.
Our last night there, I finished the afghan and presented it to
“Alice” as a hostess gift.
We left “Upton Lake” at 6:00 AM New Year’s Day.
Our flight left right on time and arrived right on time.
“Marshall” called the parking service and his car was waiting for
us when we got there.
“Marshall” drove to my place and even brought my suitcase into the house
for me. (It was considerably
lighter without seven skeins of yarn in it.)
Then he and “Jeannie” continued on up to her place.
The trip was over.
On another note…
I have often observed that something bad always
happens at Christmas. The
toy that fell from the stocking and got broken before it was even
opened. The year a friend
sent me a lovely sweater, but someone had left it leaning against the
baseboard heater and it was scorched by the time I got it.
This year was no exception.
Well before Christmas, I went to
See's Candies
and bought chocolate
Santas for all of us. I
packed seven of them, along with other gifts in a box that I mailed to
the “H Household” a week before Christmas.
It arrived the day after we did.
When I opened the box, I discovered:
The
Tragic Massacre of the Chocolate
Santas. Of the seven
Santas, only three had survived.
The others were in pieces.
My fault, of course.
I should have used more bubble wrap.
The other gifts, mostly coffee mugs, were fine.
I found a large bowl and placed the Santa shards in it.
It didn’t take very long before I discovered, as did “Alice’s”
two girls, that Santa shards taste just as good and are actually easier
to get into your mouth than a whole Santa.
He has big booted feet.
That’s it for now.
Here’s wishing everyone a safe and healthy 2009 and please pray
for rain and lots of snow in the mountains.
Really. We don’t mind
a few avalanches.
Love, as always,
Pete
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