This is the 13th year I have had the family for Thanksgiving since I moved to California. This year there was the potential of having four more guests, which would bring the total to 15. I spent time trying to figure our how I would seat that many.
Three declined.
I did not like the amount of mail I received from candidates. I did not like the number of signs for candidates on people’s lawns. Now I do not like the number of text messages I get from candidates.
I like that I have the right to vote.
In one day, I have an eye doctor appointment, am meeting friends for lunch, have physical therapy, and am meeting other friends for dinner.
Yep, I’m working too.
In one week, we were at a birthday party, and had lunch together twice. I love when she has a day off of work and chooses to come over. And then she and Adam made lunch.
One of my favorites.
As we enter fall in Alameda, our temperatures change somewhat erratically. We will do a few days in the mid 70’s and then go a few days between 84-91. This has been happening for a few weeks.
More heat here too.
A friend from Alabama asked me if we have many commercials on television that are in Spanish, I told her I record everything I watch, thus skip all commercials, so I am unable to answer her question.
Am I missing something?
Starting physical therapy tomorrow. Advocated by my doc due to sacroiliac pain. Pain is gone. To gratify my kids and myself, I am going to work on being able to get out of a chair without using my hands.
I hope the PT concurs.
Carrie went to visit Jules this weekend. I cherish the relationship my kids have with each other. They spent time with Jason and Saundra, cousins visiting from Chicago.
Wonderful when families love each other.
I was going to a wedding and wearing a dress I had not worn since Erik and Ellen’s wedding 22 years ago. Erik asked me to take a picture so he could see me in the dress. I told him I always forget to take pictures. He suggested I stand up to protest the marriage during the ceremony, assuring me someone would take my picture. Before the service, I asked someone to do so.
Erik got his picture.
I went for my annual checkup. All is good. As usual, it began with weight and height. I can’t believe I have shrunk another ½ “. I do believe it, but I told my kids to shoot me if I ever am not able to see over the steering wheel.
Increased anxiety.