I love my family. Those who rub me the wrong way, those who don’t “get it”, and even those who embarrass me. They’re my blood, and I’m lucky to have them. Think about that — and enjoy this post!
Our son and daughter-in-law are empty nesters, so we all make an effort to get together with the grandchildren several times a year. Since our granddaughter and her young man are theater majors, a show is our favorite place to go. We have supper before or after of course.
Yesterday we parked four cars in the lot at the Bob Carr Auditorium in Orlando because we were heading out in different directions afterwards. We walked the mile to Church Street for supper in a bitterly cold wind. We knew it was going to be cold, but none of us believed it could ever be that cold. That’s the way we are in Florida, cold takes us by surprise. No one was truly dressed for it.
After supper at the restaurant, we decided to take the free bus back to the theater so we walked to…
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