I visited my father and his wife the other day in The Big City. I was mentally, spiritually, and emotionally prepared. It was a very nice 24 hours with them. The weather was good, the food was edible, the conversations were civil, and I didn’t rankle when they engaged in their personal obsession about weight gain/loss, exercise, etc…This is an example,
Pop: So, do you have a scale?
Pop: You mean you don’t weigh yourself?
‘Nuff said about his obsessive compulsive attitude towards weight, weight gain, and working out.
We exchanged gifts, and then I left Friday on the train back home. It was good to be home. The Big City was pretty crazy.
Our Christmas tree is up and mom and I will decorate it tomorrow. I have photographic news, and other stuff too, but I am suddenly feeling the non-blogging bug. So much to say and no words to describe it.
“Grey’s Anatomy” is driving me crazy. I have just finished Season 3. I have been told by some actual hospital pros that the scenarios are not far off the mark. Let’s just hope they wash their hands.
I am starting “Dexter” tonight. If you don’t know it’s the show with Michael C. Hall of “6 Feet Under” fame playing a forensics expert who becomes a serial killer. It’s supposed to be gruesome and funny, if those two words can be combined.
I’m off to dinner with friends and then a meeting. La-di-da…I need coffee…