So I ended up taking three days off of work to nap and putter around and cough phlegm up from the depths of my lungs. I skipped choir rehearsal on Thursday, I went to guitar lesson on Friday and on Friday night, I went to orientation to the Izaak Walton League Rockville Chapter. That was fun, I’m hoping to learn to actually target precision shoot air pistols – I met the instructor on Friday night and the board of directors and got approved to join. On Saturday, I spent the day sealing my fruitcakes in jam, marzipan and royal icing with hopefully enough sugar and alcohol to preserve the entire thing. One for this year and I’m saving the other one for next year.
On Sunday I went to weightlifting, there is a meet in January, we’ll see if I make it, I’m trying still to work on my technique – now the extension to get the bar to fly up from my thighs before I get under it. Elka went to the doggie park with Jeremy.
Sunday night was also alumni night for the fire department and their neighborhood Santa brigade and it was slated to run through our neighborhood – I had NO IDEA (I know they do this every year, but never did I know there was a schedule and a route! This is a 70 year old tradition and we’ve been in our house almost more than 15 years). Sharon texted and asked if she could park at our house to watch the festivities – there is a gps tracker on Santa now, so you can predict when he’ll pass by your house. We had what seemed like a lot of kids at our house for about 15 minutes. Elka was so excited running around with the boys, sometimes I feel a little bad that Elka didn’t end up in a house with 8 kids.
Merry Christmas! There were about 2 dozen trucks!
And we celebrated the last night of Chanukah. I think we got nights 3, 4 and 8. This was not my best batch of candles, they wouldn’t stay put in the menorah, so the tall ones Jeremy put in after the other ones were almost burned down. Now Edda just got send home sick, poor thing. We’ll have to figure it all out.
