Dear Friends:
Grandma is in rehab right now with a pacemaker which is why we haven't written.
The raccoons have not come back on the porch yet for the cat food. They probably transferred themselves next to a Pizza Hut. Good for them.
Hope everyone bought locally, which mom did. No nasty lines and crabby people. Even if you had to walk a little, it was worth it.
With grandma being sick, mom loses something every day. One day it is her wallet. The next her checkbook. Then her keys took a hike. She always finds them. Sometimes I stand in front of her trying to do a mind meld because I know where they are.
Ya think she'd figure out if I'm staring at her and jumping up and down, it's not aerobics by Max but `hey follow me, I know where it is.' Have to say this, but humans are just not visionary.
The chow portions have been distracted surprises lately, but as grandma progresses, I get the dog food instead of the cat food and the brown rice with chicken mix instead of the cut up tofu. Tonight on Christmas Eve I get to beg big time. Have been practising in mom's mirror.
The snow storm last Sunday was a whopper. Dad had to shovel out a path for me to go out back and, you know. It was over my head. Kinda fun but I'm getting a little tired of being a mush dog.
Mom is still writing about Brookhaven stuff. Went in day after the storm and got some good stories.
Well, I have to help mom lay out the hors douevres tray. Merry Christmas Everyone!
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