Two Days Until December

Tell me. Do people with real money get hit up for donations every rip stitch? I do. And I am far from wealthy. It irritates me. The pleas for money and such, not that I'm not wealthy. I have enough, know what I mean? But not much more than that.

Then there's the matter of a $4000+ property tax bill, due December 20. Do I really deserve that? It irritates me more than the requests for donations because this I have no choice about. I just have to pay it.

On the other hand, December means singing. The group I sing with goes out to sing ten times during the month, that in addition to our Christmas Concert. I love to do it, but it takes some energy.

It's My Blog, You Know

What's the deal? I'm writing something. Finally.

This is a good day for it. My daughter, Alyce, the mother of the miracle baby, is going to have another miracle baby. Hallelujah and thank the Lord. And I mean that.

I have been sworn to secrecy until this minute, with good reason, I'm sure. And I kept the secret. But now I can tell, and I'm telling.

This miracle will come next June and will be a little sister for Saxby. Oh my goodness. Don't we wonder what that will be like.

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Other news.

I got my property tax bill yesterday. It has knocked me down and pulled off my socks. $4029.and some cents, due December 20. My very own Christmas present from Ada County.

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Better news.

Wayne, my son, and his family will be here in four days. We'll have Thanksgiving dinner together. Do I even know how to cook anymore? Lola and her boys (I think) will be here and Andrew, but I don't know about his boys. But, as they say, it's all good. No, I hate that little phrase. I cannot say it. Cross it out in your mind. I didn't say it.

I think this is the end.