79 and aging

Please pass the pepper!

The powers that be seem to have decided sometime this afternoon that Norovirus was over – so – condiments returned to the tables. Never thought that I would be so happy to see a pepper shaker. I had started taking my own pepper grinder to breakfast. 

Must be 1945 or so. I am the small one. Great grandmother, MomIda, Grandmother. Somewhere in the wilds of Appalachia.

Being too lazy to do my own colorization, I let Photoshop do it. 

Having a formal birthday dinner with the Asylum Family later this month. But, I received a “little” chocolate… Just for me. 

Happy Birthday!

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