Thanksgiving came and went. Max ended up going with his friend, L, and siblings to Santa Rosa with L’s dad for most of the week. They had fun: seeing the new Harry Potter (rats, I still haven’t seen it yet---probably wait until the DVD comes out now) movie, going to the beach, playing endless Monopoly games, and kicking the soccer ball around (inventing all kinds of competitive games). Hubby and I had a quiet holiday here at home. We went to a friends for dinner on Thursday and enjoyed it, even though everyone missed Max.
Talked to my 93 year old Mom the other day. She’s doing well, although bummed out that so many people are dying around here---she says, “It seems like we have Memorial Services every day around here!” When I asked about her childhood friend, Lavancha, (with whom she’s kept in touch over the years) in Michigan, she told me that she thought Lavancha was crazy---that she was going down south with another 94 year old lady friend driving her friend’s motor-home, just the two of them. My Mom was appalled that they would attempt that! “Can you imagine being on the road with a 93 and 94 year old woman at the wheel??” Mom told me she was going to my brother’s house (only a couple of miles away) for dinner on Thursday.
Well, no news of real earth shattering importance here. Max’s concert went off just fine, albeit a tag too long (listening to the adult orchestra’s 3 hour rehearsal too!). The kids sounded just fine---but they wouldn’t let me take pictures. Bahhh!