Journaling summarized:
It was good, it was bad, it was ugly, and not very Christmasy. Finally, a good hair cut; a tree down in the lane; hunting blind down, no deer this year; wheels and tires on the ’57; attempt to light the furnace, waiting on a new valve; Tracy broke her left arm late November, learning new ways to hold stuff.
Chris holds a photo of his 3 granddaughters; I got a stye that wouldn’t heal; Stormy and Mackenzie loved sitting in the tractor and honking the horn; I ran into Santa, and he knew my name; and Tilly never misses a chance to give Ron kisses if he’s on the floor.
