Written before Handsome Son arrives with ingredients for the lunch he's laying on for us today.
Table ready anyway. Turns out the menu is mozzarella chicken melt on crusty rolls, whoa.
Meanwhile, Gary is on my case to make another neighbor get into walking to help with her bad back. I have thoughts about this.
One being: walking is when I enjoy thinking and seeing and sniffing whatever's about, alone, not chatting. It's a reset time. It's also a different time every day, depending on weather, what I'm doing and how I'm feeling.
One is that the neighbor in question is the one who talks in a shout.
One is that a grown-up does their own stuff, not waiting for someone else to direct them. I have now officially lost count of the number of people who've tried to piggyback on my walks because "then I'll do it".
I rest my case.
Writing later:
Lunch was wonderful, the tiny Christmas decorating is done, and we attended to bits of business relating to my demise. We reviewed the files and other information he'll need, and other plans for the nearer future, such as my plan to give up driving in probably the next year. This is not as grim as it sounds, since he appreciates the planning.
We also shared some wild theories about the drone sightings, and our funny/not funny reaction to the hunter a bear fell onto this week. It's about as rare as being in the path of a falling piano, and just as final.
Evening online with friends.
Happy day everyone, look out for falling bears.
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