Lazy Sunday. There was the Annual Jingle Bell Race, but I didn’t take my camera to breakfast. The announcer said there were 500 people. It looked more like 100 – 150 to me. But, it was very festive. As usual.
Had breakfast with friends. Right along the race route. It wasn’t a serious race. Many of the “competitors” came in for breakfast.
Last night I was in grumpy old woman mode with my neighbors for being noisy. Well, they were leaving today and brought a suitcase of decent beer and some instant ramen over. I really shouldn’t attempt to drink 18 beers in 7 days. Oh, I could do it. But…
The Twilight Zone
But, at somewhere between 79 and dead, Just because you can do something doesn’t always mean you should. Moderation only leads to long life.
Thanks to those of you who encouraged me to not hang up the blog. I don’t think I was serious about stopping. And. And this is truly horrible. What if The Orange Lord comes back? I will need somewhere to chronicle the death of the republic. If he doesn’t come back, then, if I don’t get the good and speedy death that Carlton got, I will need somewhere to chronicle the inevitable decline of this old bat.
PS: This is a sweet story from a few days ago.
Snorkeling company rescues paddling coach who got separated from canoe in rough Kona waters