The kids are set for some winter fun. Rome is going to Chicago with their girlfriend Aubrie for a few nights to enjoy a winter wonderland and Lilly is going to her high school’s Winter Formal Dance held in a spiffy venue that is not the high school gym. That I get to keep up with these fabulous kids every week is 100% amazing.
My Persian Poetry group is back after the holiday break and it was so sweet to see everyone again, a delight really.
The women I’ve been having a meal with every Monday for decades is still going strong. Every time I drive out there to the SF Valley I recognize how much I appreciate the routine, and that we’re doing lunch instead of dinner now that we’re all retired, and I don’t have to drive in traffic, and I don’t have to drive in the dark.
It’s Academy Awards season and all the good movies are available, some of the new ones in the theaters and almost all of them are streaming. I’m excited to participate in all that come with The Season, watching movies, talking about movies, thinking about movies. Ahhh.
Both my sisters are still living within shouting distance of me and we get together fairly often. How lucky is that?!
For many weeks I’ve been going to Physical Therapy for the aches that ail me. I just love going to PT, it makes exercise almost tolerable.
I’m going to the Getty Center on Sunday and planning to get back into the swing of catching the PST Art programs. I’ve talked about it before and you can click around on the link to see what’s available. It’s such a wonderful opportunity, I don’t want to let it slip by.
How fortunate I am to never feel lonely, I don’t know why, it’s just a thing, and when I get tired of myself and I don’t have upcoming plans I can always call up family and friends who will listen to me, who will join me for a meal or a walk, or keep me company while I’m driving in the car. And I started with a therapist too, like the cool kids, I can say “my therapist thinks…”.
For the time being I’m going to try to spend more time living in the Good Things and leaving the rest of it for later.
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