How do you know it is Christmas in Florida???
When the Temps fall to or below freezing... Yes, while most people in the nation is facing sub-freezing temperatures...we are shivering at 32 degrees...31 when we woke up. Today's high, perhaps 44 degrees. By Thursday, perhaps Friday, we will be sweltering again at or around 80 degrees. Gosh, it is so tough living in Central Florida.
Had a picture of Mom sent to me...I blew up the portion of her so that you can see the big smile on her face. Now what do you suppose would bring on that smile????
A visit from my son Michael (not in picture since he was taking it), who brought my daughter Stephanie (left), grand-baby Adeline and daughter-in-law Anna (foreground), and the kids mother Shelley (see next picture). [Notice I did not point out where the baby is, I know my faithful readers know a baby when they see one!]
Yes, actually got permission to put this picture on the blog, along with this next one.
Michael did not tell mom about Shelley and Stephanie coming along, so it sort of confused her at first. "I knew Stephanie right away," she told me..."But they had to tell me who Shelley and Anna were...once they said their names, I knew right away who they were." Life gets that way when you approaching 93 years old.
No, this is not Adeline, this cute little guy is Marcia's Great Grandson Blandon, who was born just a few weeks before Adeline was born. Isn't that a cute picture? He lives in North Carolina...perhaps one day we will make it up there.
It was three years ago today, Christmas Eve, that we lost my little Skruffy Girl. This is one of my favorite pictures of her, sitting between Mom and Dad in our First Motorhome back in 2012. Lost dad on Thanksgiving three years ago, and then Skruffy less than a month later...it was a hard year, and did not get any better with the onslaught on COVID just a few months later with its draconian rules and regulations that followed. Some say those laws saved lives...some say it put us in the position we are in today...you decide, I just don't want to hear about it. Enough is enough!
Enjoy your Christmas...we will, but with that faint tear in our eyes. "Indy, come here baby, I need a big hug and lick on the face!"