Thursday is Grandson Mitchell’s birthday. He turns “sweet 16”. Yeah, that describes Mitchell…. Sweet. Now, at age 16, he is entitled to drive, but he doesn’t seem too excited about the extra freedom. Happy Birthday Mitchell.
We did the “St. Anna Supper Club thing” Saturday night. I strayed from my limited “red meat” diet, but it was worth it. When I get to heaven, I intend to request rib eye steak, medium rare. The St. Anna prices do seem to keep inching up, but people don’t seem to care. Me neither.
I carried our artificial Christmas tree up from the basement yesterday. It looked really ragged after 15-20 years. I think we got our money’s worth. I took my nap yesterday and woke up to find your Mom bought a brand new artificial tree from Steins. Now it needs to be assembled.
Tomorrow I get my first serious “fitting” for a new hearing aid. It will enable me to hear everything. It is part of my quest to breathe (heart operation), chew (dental work), hear (hearing aids) and see (after a cataract removal). When I was 20 years old, we didn’t have health insurance. We were lucky that we didn’t have any serious health issues, but medical costs didn’t seem to be as outrageous as they are now. The doctor for delivering the first 2 Grasshoppers was $75. Now it is $5000.
A special ‘Thank You’ to Grasshopper No.1, who snuck me real ‘hamburger based’ dressing from her Thanksgiving. The dressing was kind of like the rib eye steak from St.Anna. Indulging once in awhile is okay.
Cold by the weekend. Bundle up!
Love,
Dad