So I got back from the trip with a cold. I wasn’t happy about it, but I get colds when the weather changes, so I figured I could go to bed and sleep it off. But by Sunday night I was feeling better and thought I could go to church. Imagine my embarassment when I rolled over from my nap and found out church had started fifteen minutes earlier. Not a good way to start a week!
Anyway, Ben and Jennifer came over to ring in the New Year with us. We were already happy because while we were in St. Louis, Ben came over and fixed the hole in our bathroom that had been there since the small fire of January ’07. Isn’t it nice to have friends? Ben brought his dog, Trigger, while he dry walled. I wonder how our cats took to that. They are inside cats and Trigger thinks she is human, so that would have been an interesting mix.
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Anyway, for New Year’s Eve, we started a series that Kenny likes. It’s called Backstairs at the White House and is about a family of maids who served from 1909 until…well the ’60’s I guess. So far, I’ve learned that President Taft liked ice cream and poor President Harding really had lousy friends. It was an interesting way to spend an evening and added a bit of history to our brand new year.
Jennifer even got a new friend. She is allergic to our cats, but is gracious enough not to insist that they be put up when she comes over. So Annabelle has decided that Jennifer is family and plopped into her lap.
We marked the occasion with popcorn…real on the stove popcorn! We also had pie, which Kenny took some pictures of…to document our evening.
Our year started off with a bang. Actually more like a pop. About one o’clock, all the power went out. Kenny took a ride around the neighborhood and discovered that our street was the only one without power. So we don’t know what that was about. Wayne, the guy who works out front with me in Tennessee, said that his power went out too. Maybe someone was targeting Litho-Craft employees.
And the best thing, for Kenny, was the snow. Kenny loooves snow. I wasn’t out in it, but I was happy he was happy.
So, a week rolled around with me sniffling and coughing and sleeping and sharing my cold with Kenny (aren’t I nice?) and then it was Ben’s birthday. We didn’t have candles or anything, but we did sing to him…and I sang in Portuguese (it’s one of two songs I still remember).
I hope he had a good birthday.
And I hope you have a good New Year.  I know I will. I’m so lucky to be surrounded by good friends and lots of love.
