Ten-Finger Exercises

Monday, monday

Monday has actually been an okay day. I felt better, although dragging a little, and didn't get to the Y. I'd drag less if I hadn't dragged my feet about that. Did a lot of charting today, and saw one patient. Then to the grocery for a new supply of fresh meat and veggies, and a couple of roast chickens to take to a potluck tonight. Tomorrow is Bill's trip to the doctor, and he certainly wants to eat lean in preparation. You know how that is, even when you've been working hard at a diet, you want to squeeze every ounce out if you can. Well, I assume some of you know, anyway. I always wear my lightest weight shirt and skirt, but I guess he can't do that. tee hee

Off we go to the CAP Christmas party. We're small townish enough to be able to call it that still, or maybe not officially.

That was a very good evening, although it took much too long to get started, and then too long for the program to begin. The food was well organized and presented. Our table was the last to go up, and all the roast chicken we had brought was gone already. Poor Bill was stuck with salami and salads and soup. Well, that's what I had too, but I snuck a brownie at the end.

The speaker was also good, a newspaper publisher who was a Viet Nam war hero. He brought slides of navy planes and carriers, private planes he's owned, and other aspects of flying in his life-- what Bill calls "happy snaps." His grandmother was a pilot, and a wingwalker too! He was a good speaker with a good message: study hard if you want to fly.

The evening began with the presentation of the flags by the color guard, and they had been well rehearsed. However, someone had forgotten an important point. They ceremoniously brought the flags into the room, put them in their standards, saluted, said the pledge of allegiance, and then retired the flags immediately instead of waiting until the end of the program. Someone kindly sneaked them back in while we were getting dinner.