"Aunt Clara had for years labored under the delusion that I was not only perpetually 4 years old, but also a girl."
It's remarkable how difficult it is to get back into the habit of doing things, isn't it? I've started so many posts over the past month, but none have come out properly. Thus - no posting. Anyway... I don't really have anything of importance or even interest to post. At the moment I'm listening to the CD "Santa" put into my stocking a few days ago, enjoying some downtime with Dave. We're in NC visiting my sister and her family for the holidays, although we're leaving tomorrow, having gotten here over a week ago. My parents got here a day or two after we did, and we brought along a buddy from Dave's platoon who is from The Gambia. He's Muslim, and so my nieces and nephews enjoyed sharing Christmas traditions with him. And he liked
A Christmas Story, as one should. Oh! And when he and Dave were discussing injuries they've gotten during Army training, I ended up with a new favorite phrase: "Better a bruise than a bullet."
Also, Dave says to tell the world that he loves the chess set I got him for Christmas. Not sure why that needs to be broadcast, but there it is.
This
will get better eventually, I promise.
