Before we know it the holidays are upon us. Although we would like to drive down to my daughter’s farm for Thanksgiving, we decided the drive would be too much. David has all kinds of issues with his knees’ and hips, and I am not ready for a two-hour drive in each direction.
Clematis and Cecile Brunner roses in my garden, 2011
By Christmas time, my physical therapy will be over, and I will be ready to go. Because Kathy would take care of my parrots overnight and we could take the dogs with us, and we might even spend the night. That’s a might. David hates to sleep anywhere but his own bed, and I am almost as bad.
Good grief, I sound like my in-laws, who never wanted to leave their home to come for a visit. But they were like this in their forties. I never blamed them. Herman was all over the Pacific in WWII and after Iwo Jima, he never wanted to go anywhere again. Despite these feelings, they came to visit us at least a half-dozen times at our various postings with the USMC in DC and Florida.
But David is 84 and feeling his age. Consequently, getting him into DC is a major accomplishment. As we live 5 minutes from the White House, we take a taxi downtown, which we did several times this past year. If I want go somewhere special and he doesn’t, I must recruit someone else to go along with me, or go alone. Stay tuned.
Eating out around here is pricey, and if we eat out, we go to a local bistro and have lunch during the week to get the least expensive decent meal. We thought about eating our Thanksgiving meal at a classy restaurant nearby, but on a Sunday morning, brunch can run over $100. At least that’s what it cost me when I took David out for his birthday. Call me cheap, but I don’t think so.