So after coffee and breakfast, I'll head out. There's a Trader Joe's semi near the hair cutter so I think I'll stop in there.
Yesterday I did all of the laundry in the house. Clean, folded and put away.
While I was swimming today, I was remembering Christmases as a kid. I have so many wonderful memories. It's fun to take them out now and again, dust them off and enjoy them. Then when I got home, a guy from upstairs got in the elevator with to tall, skinny boxes - 'new skis' he said.
When I was in my early teens, the place we loved in the mountains and the place where we spent lots of Summer weekends - Blowing Rock, NC - opened up a ski slope. My parents knew the folks to opened it and we got to try it early and often. We loved it. When I was 14 or 15, one year, we got skis for Christmas.
Mother and Daddy hid them at a neighbor's house. Then, on Christmas Eve, they discovered that the neighbors had apparently forgotten about the skis and had gone out of town. Daddy pulled off his first and last B&E and Christmas was saved and a family story grew and was embellished and lived on far longer than those skis even did.