Good morning, everyone. It’s official, we’ve survived the holiday season. We crashed last night, and that was the end of the holidays. Our gifts will be here Monday. We’ll wrap them, unwrap them 20 minutes later, and then Christmas can fuck right off for another year.
The first stop of the day was an early lunch with Shawshank‘s grandmother at the nursing home. We were in her room chatting when a random old lady came in and sat with us. Gran was unphased and called her the coolest lady in the home. I wondered if this was Jean, but Gran called her Susan, and who am I to correct an old woman. Mystery-Gran followed us out to the lunch table and sat down next to me. Shawshank‘s mother was trying to gently shoo her away from us when someone else came – calling her Jean – and hustled her away.
After the early lunch, we went back home for a couple of hours. Shawshank wrapped his parents’ gifts and played Red Dead Redemption and I split my attention between a couple of screens. Eventually, we headed back out, this time to Shady Acres for a better dinner and a gift exchange. I received a fabulous pair of beaded mukluks with fur trim, and Shawshank got the slipper version. We also were gifted an air fryer, which will probably get used to make lunches for me.
We’re driving out to Slightly BiggerTown today. Shawshank is working the whole weekend, so we’re doing the bi-weekly trip today instead of waiting for next week.
