Clearly it's wintertime when The Kid starts getting the sniffles. After a few days of that, it turns into the snuffles. A couple of days later, he's up for a Golden Globe for Best Dramatic Interpretation of a Cold.
A new year is upon us, as fast and furious as guns being shipped south of the border. Lawsy! And of course, being that it's a time to think about changes to be made in the coming year, or upgrades or better living or what have you, that knock I was anticipating sure enough came to my door.
Now, I hope I haven't done this every year, but my somewhat aging brain tells me I haven't so I will forge ahead and go with the flow and write about my mother in honor of what would have been her 79th birthday. Sounds so young, doesn't it?
I'm not usually the type of person who goes public when it comes to saying things I'm grateful for or thankful for. It's between me and my good buddy Jesus and his old man. They always get a chest thump and "peace out" from me.
There's nothing in the world quite like meeting new neighbors. The folks who live next door and across the street are new to us, and I've chummed up with the fella next door right quick. I could tell with one glance that he's former military, and he did not disappoint. He spent six years in the Navy and is soon going to be celebrating his 86th birthday.
As we are in the process of making our 15th move in 13 years, it's come under my "to-do" list to find suitable accommodations for Hubs, who will remain in the current locale whilst The Kid and I hasten away to our humble new abode.