On the third day of Christmas, my true love opened big eyes and said to me:
You really did it????!!!!! I am so proud of you.
You ought to be.
Today, I met my future trainer and she did a fabulous job, giving me a sample of what WE (only me) are going to do, two times a week for three months. Yes, she did a great job. Every twitching muscle in my body can attest that she is a good trainer. God, my back hurts, my legs, my neck. The more she smiled, pleased with herself, the more I bit my lips not to scream and beg, can we stop. More precisely can I stop, please? You are killing me. I am tired, exhausted.
So yes, my true love had better be proud of me before I collapse on the carpet.
And then, I came home and cooked for two hours. My friend Paisley, if you read this post, do I have a recipe for you. Italian cannelloni. I made fifty crèpes from scratch, that is, from milk, flour and eggs. At the same time, I browned two pounds of ground meat. On Christmas Eve, I will stuff the crèpes with the meat and roll my cannelloni, then add tomato sauce and powder the whole pan, two pans, with parmesan cheese. Et voilà. My children and even the grandchildren love them. So, it is worth the work.
At 2: 00 pm I realized I was running late to pick-up two friends who wanted to visit my mother today. Somehow, I managed to get dressed, take my friends, drive to the assisted living building, and then relax for two hours while my friends entertained my mother.
My mother has congestive heart failure. You can't imagine her happiness when I gave her my first book, TO LOVE A HERO. She was the first person who read it, chapter by chapter while I wrote my first draft.
By five, I rushed home. This time, my true love drove me for a two hours marathon of last minute shopping, followed by a couple hours of babysitting two adorable toddlers, while daughter and son-in-law went out for dinner. In the picture, the two girls in red are my granddaughters.
It was a lovely day, honestly, a full day, during which I felt efficient and successful.
While driving in my daughter's neighborhood, I saw some gorgeous Christmas decorations. Floridian Christmas is very similar to what you have in the North, minus the snow.
Sorry, I didn't mean to tease you, but I can't change the temperature. Actually, I love the Florida weather, even when the temperature drops to sixty, and we, Floridians complain that it's getting chilly at night. Hmm...
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