slept through

Managed to accomplish a few things this morning, like enjoying breakfast with the Eldest at Sunny Side Cafe on Solano Ave in Albany (California, not New York) and unpacked suitcases. The still clean laundry went directly in the drawers; the craft supplies and plaques went up to my studio while the cross stitch returned to its home in my corner of the living room.

Then there was the small matter of the glasses which landed under someone’s foot on whip. I don’t know why I should have been surprised that Len’s Crafters no longer carried that particular frame.The nice Kevin had called all the stores in the area before verifying that there were no options on the old frames. Of course, they then recommended new glasses but were willing to bend these back into approximate shape. They look better, but not perfect. I’m not interested in paying that much to replace what are really my back up pair and can deal with a bit of warp.

George’s flight was on time. He was slightly more successful in limiting his immigration line standing. After picking him up at BART we headed home for a short nap. Said nap lasted a bit longer than planned. I woke just short of midnight. I was supposed to have picked Alex up from work ~1800. Since I just heard his voice, he obviously made it home safely. I think I am going to just go back to sleep…..

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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