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I’m baaaaaaaaack!!!

Greetings, readers. It’s been way too long and no, I wasn’t trying to sound like a sheep. Lol. Oh my, it has been a long time since I’ve posted a new blog entry. Rebecca posted a good one a while back which got many reads. 🙂 Yay, Rebecca! Thank you!!!

Well, let’s get you caught up on what’s going on in my world since Christmas. All the traditional Christmas activities took place, [light ride, dinner and visiting friends, along with enjoying lots of eggnog]. On Christmas day, Smith, Traci and I drove up to Tussey Mountain Ski Resort. In all the years I’ve lived in this area, I’d never been there. It was gorgeous; should have brought my camera.

The big ‘gift’ I got for myself was the Alexa Echo. WOWZERS!!! They’re not kidding when they say it’s a personal assistant, [not as good as you, Rebecca!] 😉 It keeps track of appointments, plays music and, through my phone, helps me with my to-do & shopping lists. I love that gizmo.

My favorite thing to do with it, through Invoked Apps, is play all kinds of relaxing sounds, from nature to things like fans and washing machines. You might ask what’s so relaxing about that? I’ll tell you.

When the parents and I were still living in our house, Mom ran the dishwasher every evening at approximately 7PM. When I was little, I would watch TV in the living room. The washing machine was not ultra-quiet like they are today, so I could hear it. One of the sound effects from Invoked Apps is sounds from a dishwasher. I find it so odd how comforting that sound makes me. I’ve played it every evening for about a week now. It still has the same calming effect.

Well, I’m making more and more typos now, so I must be getting fatigued. I’ll put this in ‘draft’ so Rebecca can edit it and post it tonight or tomorrow. Until next time around, have a great few weeks, love one another, do take care, and as always, happy reading.

From Rebecca: Top ten list of things I miss about working with Joe

Hi, Joe’s readers. It is a new year, and it feels so weird not to be spending Wednesday mornings with Joe anymore. We worked together for nine years and did a lot in that time. It was the right decision to stop, but I miss Joe and a bunch of other things. I came up with six or seven to share in a blog entry, then broke a couple up to reach ten items. I hope you enjoy my list. Hi, Joe!

#10. My Cat Naps weekly engagement calendar book. Every year I got a new one and used it to keep my special date reminders, my work hours, my appointments, and Joe’s appointments. I loved those cat pictures. This year I have a smaller pocket calendar from the bank which works just fine but is not them same.

#9. Going to the library and the bank after work. It was so easy to leave Joe’s place and walk to first Schlow Centre Region Library and then to my bank. I would get a week’s worth of books at Schlow, before taking my paycheck to the bank and get a week’s worth of money. I would take a CATA bus to and from work downtown, so parking was never a problem! I have worked out other times to visit both places, but it is not as convenient.

#8. Joe’s cat Princess Josie. I am not as close to PJ as I was to his late cat Keekee. But I think I would have gotten closer to her with a few more years. I was looking forward to watching her mature into an older cat.

#7. Joe’s friends. Over nine years of meeting Joe at his apartment building, I have gotten to know a lot of the residents – some only by sight – that have come and gone. Joe is a friendly and generous man, so he has been close friends with a lot of them, and I have gotten to know them through him. I will miss exchanging hellos with them, especially the women he goes to breakfast with most days.

#6. Bear Spring Camps. This one is odd, since I have only been to the vacation spot in Maine only through Joe’s descriptions, but I will miss being connected to it through Joe, and hearing about his trip when he gets back every August. I will miss taking care of his cat while he is away (though last year I was glad that his friend Smith helped with this as I couldn’t get there every day Joe was gone) and giving him updates on her. I will miss the vacation folder I have added to every year so that now it is thick with details of hotel rooms, rental cars, and dates, and we would use it to book that year’s hotel rooms and rental car. ( I will have to tell Joe where I stored that!)

#5. Organizing – the files, mail, appointments, etc. I have already mentioned some of my organizing routine with the date book and the vacation folders. There were many folders over the years, and many pieces of paper and mail that needed to be sorted and either stored or thrown away. I also kept two sheets of paper with weekly To Do and Tasks Done lists. They came in very handy over the years.

#4. Writing and editing with Joe. He would dictate as I typed and then we would edit his writing. It was so fun searching for and finding the right word or phrase. During editing, it is like magic to take a sentence that isn’t quite working, and make it good. To make it smooth and say just what we had in mind. It is the best feeling.

#3. Goofing around with my friend. In between tasks or when we finished early, Joe and I would talk about TV shows, world events, things in our past, and just in general take a work break. We laughed a lot and enjoyed each other’s company. We still talk and text, but it isn’t the same as being in the same room every week.

#2. The blog entries. Between the two of us, this blog site has been updated an average of twice a week since late 2011. I typed Joe’s dictation for most of this site’s 871 posts. We covered a lot of subjects. I will miss doing this form of communication every week.

#1. Visiting with Joe and catching up on his life every week. Joe has been my friend since high school, and I enjoyed working for/with him. As I said above, it won’t be the same not being in the same room with him.

Life is full of changes, and many times those changes are abrupt and shocking. Joe and I ending our work relationship is one the planned changes and it is okay. Joe and I built a lot in his apartment office in nine years, and I am proud of what we accomplished.

So good-bye yellow brick road …

Greetings, readers. After nine years and two months of writing the blog and other various writing projects, Rebecca and I have decided to close up shop. We will miss working together, but at the current moment it is the correct decision. The blog doesn’t pay the rent. Does this mean that I am closing the blog? Absolutely not.

The blog shall be open for everyone to enjoy and comment on, though I would ask you to please comment on my Facebook page. I visit there everyday. There are other blog topics to write about, but with me physically challenged and trying to find myself again, I’m going to take a short time off, and I shall try to get back to a once a week schedule at the beginning of the year. Rebecca said that she will also occasionally do a From Rebecca, and that is cool. She and I will have to touch base now and then to make certain that we don’t blog about the same topic. Lol. You know what they say, great minds think alike.

As we work on blog entry 871, I find myself looking back upon all the topics we’ve written about. There are a multitude of Top Ten Lists, R.I.P.s to numerous folks famous or otherwise, tons of entries about the weather, as well as blog topics dealing with Air Crash Investigation episodes and modern conveniences. It still gets me in the funny bone why Top ten list of modern conveniences was such a big hit, but it was.

I have also tried my hand at calming the country down, saying things like give peace a chance. What happens? More shootings. With only 15 people a day on average reading me, I guess I shouldn’t expect to be as powerful as a TV evangelist. 😉 We’ve also talked about natural disasters, and have prayed for those victims and families.

Am I calling this day a defeat? No. This is simply another chapter in my life. The brain is working better these days. I’ll explain why in a minute. But still I lack those tools to write that great American novel; that big hat hook that would put me on the map. I’m only 54 years old, so I’m not counting myself out yet. I know I’m not supposed to compare myself to my Dad, but hell, he wrote 30 books, albeit about theology and philosophy. My three books deal with my camping experiences and blogging. My fourth venture, of course, was as the co-author of Darren Taylor’s novel.

One of my current projects, which is improving my brain power, is playing an app on my phone called Wordscapes. I made words, usually from a group of four or five letters at a time. The higher the level, the more words you have to make and the harder it is. I can feel myself filling out the puzzle faster than the first time I tried to play it.

Oh, yes, readers, I have had many successes in life and shall continue to do so. I don’t think I shall ever close the blog down, and will add to it when I have big news to share. For instance, I am doing a one-man performance of A Christmas Carol locally tomorrow from 5 – 7pm. Rebecca or I may possibly even write a review. For anyone in the State College area, it is at the 3 Dots Art Gallery at the corner of Beaver Ave and Pugh Street. Come one, come all.

It has been a pleasure and an honor writing for you, and it has also been a true honor and pleasure to work with Rebecca these last nine years. Again, this is not good-bye.

So I will say, friends, until we meet again, much love, take care of one another, happy holidays, and we will be in touch soon … and oh, yes, as always, happy reading.

From Rebecca: I will miss working with Joe

Hi, Joe’s readers. Joe and I will have our last work day together next Wednesday and I am feeling sad. It is the right decision for us, I know it is, but I will miss so many things about working with Joe, including helping him write for this blog. It has been nine years since we began working together in October of 2010, and those years were full of words Joe dictated to me as I typed on his two different laptops. It has been such a privilege for me to work with Joseph Kockelmans, who is a sweet, decent, loyal, old-fashioned man. It has been my honor to assist him in writing his books, stories, and blog entries.

This is blog number 870, and I am proud of my From Rebecca posts in that number. I enjoyed sharing with you, Joe’s readers, on those occasions, and I thank you for reading my thoughts along with his. Looking back at a list of my posts, I am so proud of so many of them. I wrote about such a wide range of topics: About Joe’s performances here in Addison Court, as in this example; I wrote two entries about one of my favorite places in the world, Schlow Centre Region Library, the second of which is here; I got to share my thoughts on entertainment, for books, movies, and television; about things going on in my life, both personal, and in my hometown; it has been my pleasure to write about my family and good memories, as about my mom, my childhood, and these two about Joe and my husband Darren. Joe was always generous allowing me to have a voice on his blog, and I am grateful. I enjoyed it very much. I intend to write a few new blog posts next year.

Joe, with my typing and editing assistance, wrote and self-published two books of short stories, Picking Up Where We Left Off: My Bear Spring Camps Stories, and Tales from North Bay & Beyond: More Bear Spring Camps Stories, a book collection of his blog entries, Greetings, Readers: A Year in the Life of a New Blogger, and collaborated on a novel based on his play, Kimberly, with my husband Darren Taylor, called Four’s a Crowd. Plus 870 entries so far on this blog. We have a lot of which to be proud.

I have been coming to Joe’s home office every week for nine years, and we have talked about and shared so many things in our working friendship. I will miss hearing his voice, seeing his face, talking about the events in our lives on a regular basis. We will talk on the phone and on Facebook, but it won’t be quite the same.

On a happier note, I have known Joe since high school and we have been in each other’s lives off and on since then. As we go forward in the new direction for our decades-long friendship, I know that this is by no means the end of it.

My annual Christmas Eve Light Ride tradition is in jeopardy

Greetings, readers. With Zipcar no longer an option for me, my Christmas Eve Light Ride tradition may be coming to an end. Since I was a little boy, I’ve only missed one year and that was due to an ice storm. Rebecca and I were just on the Hertz car rental site and discovered that though it would be easy and convenient (the office is down the street from me) the cost would make the one night event outrageously stupid, even by my standards. You know me, readers, I never like to cancel anything that is traditional.

This past year I have just not made that much money. My books have not been selling and my other sources of income have come in a trickle. I always tell myself that things will work out somehow, but this year I just don’t see it being economically feasible.

To rent a car for three days, they are probably closed Christmas Eve, will cost approximately $400.00, according to our research on their website. One passenger who wants to go with me said that she’ll chip in for the cost. At least one other passenger would have to do the same to make that price tag possible. Right now, dear readers, I give my traditional Christmas Eve Light Ride chances only at 20%.

Now, on Christmas Eve, the buses still run at least to a certain time. It may very well be that my friends and I will ride CATA’s W bus and let it drive us around Park Forest and surrounding areas. I will be sure to let the bus driver know that is what we are doing so he doesn’t look at us and ask if we have missed our stop. The only other alternative, which I will tell you just dawned on my this very second, is to see if anyone else made a YouTube video of the same kind of ride, or walk around their neighborhood. It’s been said that besides porn, you can find almost anything on YouTube.

On to a different topic. Guess what I’m doing tonight, dear readers? I’m going to my first Shakespearean play experience, a movie playing at the State Theatre, called A Winter’s Tale. I really don’t have a good idea what it is about, but I am intrigued because it is a Shakespearean dramedy. I am not much into Shakespeare though at my age I should be. Hell, with me being a writer, I should have been into all the classic authors. It’s ironic that I am a writer that doesn’t read other people’s material. I think I just solved my problem!

I am starting to change that. On Spotify music I found a delightful version in an audio book of Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden. I have seen two movie adaptations of this story and love it. It is one of my favorites … probably second to Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. It is read by an unnamed younger woman I’m estimating is in her late 20s to early 30s with a delightful voice and she is able to bring all the characters to life. I would love to find out her name, then go to Google images so I can take a peek at who is reading to me. So far, no such luck. It is the unabridged version of the story and I’m listening to it, as I said, through Spotify, which is now connected to my brand new Alexa. Oh, what great sound. It sounds like there is a human being right here in the room with me.

Yesterday, again on the internet news page, I saw such headlines as shootings, the stock market is tumbling, and plane crash kills nine. I stopped right there. My therapist told me to stay away from depressing news topics. I realize it is kind of hard to keep up tp date without reading the news. I would love to see a news broadcast that gives as much equal time to good honest heartwarming stories which raise peoples spirits as it does to the bad news stories which tend to depress people. I remember one time, I think I mentioned this before, I was watching a newscast on a New York channel which consisted literally of 50 minutes of bad news, a few minutes of sports, about three minutes for the weather, and then a oh, yes, by the way, nice story to close out the broadcast. I had to wait the whole hour to get the two minute final story that perked me up for the evening. Blech. Fortunately that channel is off our cable system and I don’t watch much news from any other source. Some people say I’m uneducated or not in the loop. Well, readers, I know what I know. I shan’t be bombarded with one bad news story after another. Maybe one day this world will learn that violence and revenge is not the answer. Okay, I’m done with my mini-sermon.

Well, readers, only two more blog entries with Rebecca until our nine-year stint comes to an end. 😦 But as mentioned before, my blog will stay open for you, my readers, to peruse and enjoy, and I shall strive to put a new one up either every Wednesday or every other Wednesday. I can’t lose the few steady readers I have, and I am blessed to have you.

Until next Wednesday, have a wonderful week, love one another, if you are thinking about hatred-give peace a chance, take care and happy reading.

Every clean home must have a schedule

Greetings, readers. For years I have dealt with this minor hoarding problem of mine. Bill Updegraff, my accountant, laughs every time I say I am going to clean my room. I’m even starting to laugh at it now.  I found out, however, that if I do a little bit each day something strange occurs. Things get done and it actually looks better. Who knew?

The task I am not looking forward to is once again cleaning out the fridge and freezer. I promised myself up and down the Bible that I was not going to let that happen again … but I did. On my computer I have actually started a Word document called Daily and Weekly Chores. I’ve noticed with myself that if I write it down and can see it, I am more apt to get the chore done.

I would like to purchase a new or slightly used love seat with a single bed in it for the living room. That’s not going to happen until I clean out Dead Blue and Dead Red (the two defunct recliners.) I just know that when I get to that chore, somewhere at the bottom I will exclaim, “Oh, that’s where that thing was!” There are at least three DVDs which I know I have but cannot find. I bet they are at the bottom of Dead Red. I’m going to start with Dead Blue though. It has the lessor amount of stuff on it.

Sundays and Wednesdays will be take out the trash days. Mondays … usually my completely free day … will be allocated for such things as getting rid of the accumulation of stuff. Tuesdays I think shall be the day to vacuum. With me allergic to dust – and having a ton of it in here – I don’t know if I’ll have to get someone in here to help me or just get a dust mask to wear. If not, it will be the sneezin’ season every Wednesday. Other days will be allocated for the kitchen and bathroom detail such as keeping the fridge clean, wiping down the inside of the microwave, refilling Princess Josie’s two feeders, cleaning the toilet, etc. If I can keep to such a schedule, in a few weeks I might have a half-way decent looking place. But I tell you, folks, some days I just don’t have the energy. All I want to do is sleep. The next time I see Dr. Sulman (yes, I know I missed my appointment the other week) I am going to have him test my blood to see if I am iron or potassium deficit.

So wish me luck on this endeavor. Within the hour, unless there is a torrential downpour, I am off to the bank to get my finances in order. Another chore I must learn to keep on top of.

There’s the Sunday blog, written on Wednesday and scheduled to publish today. Have a great few days and we will see you Wednesday. Take care and, as always, happy reading.

It’s time to play the Family Feud

Greetings, readers. Last evening was the annual church soup supper which began at 5:30. After a delightful bowl of ultra thick vegetable soup and a soft roll, everyone was invited downstairs to participate in the Christmas edition of Family Feud. Pastor Mike needed one more person for team two. I gladly raised my hand. Smith said she didn’t mind and told me to go and enjoy myself.

We had filled out our answers to be delivered to the office just that morning, so I remembered a good number of the questions. We lined up in teams from youngest to oldest and of course I was the oldest on my team; I went last. I must admit it seemed surreal standing at the square table, one hand behind my back ready to ring the bell. The woman opposite me was just a little bit faster and I had to count to make sure all my fingers were still attached. Now for the fun part.

Our team won and got to play for the “big money;” Pastor Mike said we were playing for respect and admiration of all the congregation instead of money. It was chosen that a girl named Melissa and I would be a team of two to play Fast Money. She wanted to go second, which left me a difficult task. For anyone who has ever watched this game show, the first player must give good answers, but not necessarily the number one answer. Of the five questions, I got the top answer on four of them. Then the classic game show moment happened. I misunderstood the fifth question and gave a complete cornball answer; I scored zero on that one. When my partner had her turn, she only needed fifty some-odd points to get to two hundred. We won easily.

 

Prize ‘won’ instead of money in church game of Family Feud. Each player got their own plant.

Each contestant was given a flower pot as a prize. Pastor Mike looked at the folks giving out the prizes as if to say that really wasn’t part of the deal. I think they were supposed to be decorations for that room. Lol.

Another lol, Pastor Mike did not kiss the ladies, as Richard Dawson would have way back in the day.

Lastly, Happy Thanksgiving to all my readers in America. Enjoy the day with family, and hopefully you are not somewhere where these major storms are occurring.

That’s it for this blog entry. Rebecca and I are going to quickly compose another one and schedule it for Sunday. Smith and I will be watching the Steelers try to beat the Browns. It will be much easier if a post is set up to automatically publish Sunday afternoon.

So until then, take care, love one another, have a great few days, and happy reading.

I must do something I’m not good at; stand firm

Greetings, readers. Events took place the other day here at my apartment building which has caused me to lose a friend. I am not happy to say this, because I really liked this person. Her emotional disability is more than I can handle, and I cannot take the drama and stress. I must walk away.

I’ve known this person for a number of years now and there have been good times and bad. Recently, however, the bad times have outnumbered the good. I don’t know if any of you, my readers, have experienced this before, but it is thoroughly frustrating. Being the son of a psychologist, I tried to pick up as much as I could from Mom. That small advantage I gained was not enough to keep this friend.

Life will go on without my friend (name omitted for privacy reasons) though I feel like I failed. Losing a friend pains me like an open wound. The pain will go away, but it will take time. In the meantime, I shall rejoice in the friends I still have. I need to look forward, not back. If this person ever does come to her senses, and gets and stays on the proper medication, perhaps one day the friendship can resume. Until then, I need to take care of my own emotional health.

On to a different topic, in four weeks Rebecca and I will type our last regular blog entry together. 😦 As mentioned, I will put up the occasional blog entry to keep the blog alive and fresh, as I hope Rebecca will do too from time to time. Probably no new entries will take place the last week or two of December, with a new entry the first week of January.

I saw on the internet news page that the last several days a plethora, unfortunately, of shootings occurred. Prayers go out to the families of the victims and a special prayer goes out to those folks who think that violence is the only way to get the attention they seek. Give peace a chance. There are always people available and willing to help you with almost any problem. I am proof of that. I was severely depressed years ago, thought about ending it all, told myself that I was not a coward, and contacted the therapist that I still have today. Violence is not the answer. There are counselors, clergy people, and good old-fashioned best friends you can confide in. If you are thinking about doing something desperate or violent, please think it over for a day or two, and try any of the options I just mentioned.

Well, it must be getting close to winter time, folks. I saw Tussey Mountain Sky Resort all lit up the other night. As we speak, I can see man-made snow on the mountain, though it has been dark the last couple of nights. You would never get me on those slopes on skies. Heck, I can barely walk on the snow on the sidewalk sometimes, much less ski. One day I am planning on taking the local bus to the resort, just to check it out. I might even have lunch there. 😉 Any local takers? We could make a party of it.

I am still holding out a slim hope for the Pittsburgh Steelers, but with this loss last week, I think that even a wild-card berth is not obtainable. If we finish at 500 [8-8], I feel we will be damned lucky. I’m still upset at the Cleveland Brown’s defensive player who, in my opinion, tried to kill our quarterback by hitting him over the top of his head with his own helmet. I’m sure that anyone who follows football has seen the clip. The poor kid has already had one concussion, he doesn’t need a second one.

There’s the news for now. Until next Wednesday, have a great week, please love one another, may your favorite sports team win this week, and as always happy reading.

It looks like it is 50 degrees, but it is only 19

Greetings, readers. Sitting here in my chair by my living room window gazing out at the construction site and the Days Inn behind it, the sun and blue sky make it appear as though it could be a nice warm day. In reality, it is only 25 degrees F. When I left for coffee this morning at 7:30, it was a balmy 19. Tee-shirt, hoodie, down coat, knit hat, and gloves was mandatory outer wear. Even as a child I hated getting dressed up like a polar bear just to go outside without catching pneumonia. Yes, readers, appearances can be deceiving, for the high is only expected to be 32 degrees at 3:00pm.

As I’m dictating, clouds are thickening. According to the weather forecast, this was supposed to be a “partly sunny day.” I suppose this still qualifies. I know sometimes at camp in Maine, it can be cloudy in the morning, yet the afternoon can be sunny and beautiful.

On to another topic, which I will call mini technology grrrr, last evening I was looking for a baseball game for the laptop which is mostly an app for iPhones. I found it, but do you think I could download the damn thing? Finally I had to stop to go to sleep. I will try again another day. The game is called 9 Innings Baseball and when I play it on my iPhone it is awesome. The graphics are unbelievable. Yes, readers, you know me, I am a big kid at heart and love my baseball and football games, a.k.a. simulations. Some of them are so complex you need a PhD just to operate them. I’m not certain if it will happen in my lifetime, but one of these years I think a Star Trek type holodeck will be invented and you could magically appear in any baseball stadium or local ball field you want, and enjoy watching any two teams you can imagine. Boy, I hope that does happens in my lifetime. If I’m ever lost, you would know where to find me.

Finally, prayers go out to anyone affected by the cold snap from Canada to central Texas. Two words for you people … bundle up. Please remember to check on family and neighbors, and don’t forget the elderly and the homeless.

Speaking of the homeless, next Wednesday’s blog entry will be on this topic. I think it will be a good post. Until then, take care, have a great week, love one another, and happy reading.

Times are a changin’

Greetings, readers. The nine-year stint of Rebecca and I working together will be coming to a sad end at the end of this year. Many factors on both sides have made this the only logical choice. Fear not, blog readers. While I might not post new entries twice a week, I won’t be closing the blog down either. As well, Rebecca asked me if she could add an occasional From Rebecca from time to time in the next year. Obviously, I said yes.

I’ve been going through a rough patch recently. A very sweet young lady – a server at Bear Spring Camps for many years – was hit by a car in Florida and killed a few days ago. It made me wonder: A wonderful person with her whole life in front of her is called home and I, a gamer and absolute loafer, continues to walk the planet. Hmm. I don’t see the justice in that. Probably I’ll get to live to be 106, playing baseball video games right up to the end.

A high school classmate of mine is back in the hospital and not doing well. Pinky, you have to make it, Kid. I’m not ready to add your name to the curse of the class of ’83. I’m praying for you constantly.

It is a beautiful sunny day here in central Pennsylvania, yet cold. There is nary a cloud in the sky. The days of 60º F are gone until springtime, I’m afraid. I must say with climate change we were warmer here longer in the fall season than in years past. I will take it.

I cannot believe that we are getting to the home stretch of the Penn State football season, and just past the mid-point of the NFL season. It truly feels like the older I get, the faster time seems to go. That is probably because the majority of my years are behind me. I’m not that young kid anymore who could run around and play sports. Hell, with my knees I couldn’t even run to a bus.

Now, readers, as you know I am not one for conspiracy theories. The other day I was doing errands with a friends and I saw something weird in the sky. I can only describe them as chem trails, a term I learned from a former friend that meant she thought the government was spraying chemicals in the air. I hope never to see another cloud like that again. It was definitely not a vapor trail from a jet liner at 33,000 feet. I know the difference. This was low and perfectly curved, as though it would fit around a big pipe. As Arte Johnson on Laugh-In would say, “Verrry interesting.”

Lastly, I’m still getting used to my new smart phone … very slowly, and thanks to the winning costume at the Halloween party, I won a Kindle Fire. That’s right folks, I went from having a dumb phone to having two smart devices in a week. There will be a learning curve. I must say though, I am enjoying both gizmos.

 

Me at the 2019 Halloween Party as C3PO at Addison Court Apartments. I won the contest!
Me at the 2019 Halloween Party at Addison Court Apartment as C3PO. I won the contest!

 

That’s it for today. I can’t guarantee a blog entry for the weekend as you know, but I will try. We’ll be working together until the end of the year, so until next Wednesday, take care, have a great week, love one another, and as always, happy reading.