TO BE OR NOT TO BE
Word came down from the Oval. We shall no longer be PC when it comes to holiday greetings. However, when your family covers many different religions, and you send out a generic letter, it’s much easier to wish everyone a Happy Holiday.
How has your year been? All in all, mine has been pretty good. No cardiac events (I’m knocking on wood as I write this — the year isn’t over yet).
PAWS AND MEDITATION
The paws are getting older. Gatsby and Scarlett are somewhere around 100 years old. Gatsby is no longer a Black and White Tuxedo Cat. He’s more charcoal grey and white. Scarlett, who has been known to catch a bird in flight has become a couch potato. Daisy is only in her 90’s — imagine being 90-something! I’m relatively close, but can’t begin to picture myself at that age.
The remaining paws belong to Teddy and Gabrielle – the youngsters. Incidentally, I wrote about Teddy’s resemblance to a Koala (see: A Rose by Any Other Name at SharondipitousMoments.com). Actually, I discovered he’s at least part Maine Coon, a breed known for its VERY LARGE size. Heaven only knows how he found his way to Florida.
I’ve been trying to practice meditation every day. It seems that Ted found the activity particularly soothing. As I walk through the house every day, I see him in deep meditation.
My brother, Harlley and his wife Betsy decided to migrate to California. Years ago, he and I moved to the Bay Area but then (nomads that we are) traveled around the country. The two set out from sunny Florida to sunny California. Yes, that IS redundant — why not snowy New York or Windy and Snowy Chicago, or freezing Minnesota?
They settled into beautiful Calabasas – just across the freeway from Agoura Hills, where Kerry and Todd (their kids) live. Then November arrived on the tail of Santa Ana winds. Kerry and Todd vacated their home going to my brother’s place. A few hours later there was pounding on the door followed by shouts of, “Evacuate!” As mentioned before, my brother has some nomadic tendencies — Betsy, on the other hand, does not. I’m happy to say everyone survived — maybe a little the worse for wear. Better yet, their houses remain standing. I’m knocking on wood again — the rains have commenced.
WHILE BACK IN FLORIDA
The Florida Panhandle barely survived Hurricane Michael. Miami was much luckier, no major storm here. I did get hurricane impact windows. Three smaller windows and my utility room door are yet to be installed. I hated the feeling of entombment when I used my old shutters, but don’t know that I want to see trees falling and all kinds of debris flying through the air. But, au contraire, if we have another hurricane in our area, I’ll be able to see the Wicked Witch fly by on her broomstick!
First, it was “chads,” now it’s counting ballots, losing ballots, finding ballots. I recognize there are a large number of retirees in Florida, but it isn’t us!. It’s the people who manage elections, who can’t seem to get it right. We finally found out who our elected officials were more than a week after voting closed. Maybe in 2 years, we can get it right.
Hope to hear from all my friends soon. Last year I announced, I wouldn’t be sending my holiday letter out anymore, but would post it on my website. I received complaints. Therefore, I am sending some letters out with information on how to subscribe to my blog. This will be the last year of a post office mailing.
Until next year, my hope is you all have a great holiday and a new year filled with good health, happiness, and joy.
Gatsby, Scarlett, Daisy, Teddy, Gabrielle
and, of course, Me