With a "code id by nose", I retired early last evening, not waiting for midnight. Mr. Bob followed. Old folks we are and not much fun, sometimes.
This morning we grappled our way out of bed with the idea of watching the Rose Parade on television. As my foot hit the floor, I heard the drone of the stealth bomber.......too late to see it. Darn!One New Year's morning I was able to get out the door and into the front yard in time to see it fly low, right over our house. It was a thrill of a lifetime and when I yelled to Mr. Bob to HURRY UP and come see it, he..........who is obsessive about anything aviational, called back, "I already saw it on television". I could not believe my ears, so it was just the neighbor across the street and I who marveled at the experience and gave each other a thumbs up. And I'll never let that astonishing story die.
zeppelin ........... the same one that Christopher and Owen had the honor of naming, if you can remember back to when I wrote about that.
Having a blog really cuts down on conversational possibilities. I go to tell someone something that I consider interesting and most often, their response, when I'm two sentences into the telling, is "Oh, yes, I read about that in your blog".
Phone calls and text messages have come from Alaska and from Tim in Hollywood this morning, wishing us a happy 2011. We're bound and determined that if things work out, and we mean to see that they do, this new year will be one of the best yet. That's our hope for you, too, as we begin to imprint this fresh new pad of a year. As our Susan said, at 6 years old, on January 1 when she flounced into the room chirping, "Well, has everybody made their revolutions?" I have, Mr. Bob doesn't believe in them, and you? Happy New Year to you all. Realize that you are appreciated.