As good as it's gonna get

I'll never see 30 or even 60 again and there's no point in pretending otherwise. To quote Popeye, "I yam what I yam and that's all that I yam". To any of you who were expecting maybe Jane Fonda (we're almost the same age), sorry. This is the real me, especially when I've spent an hour in a hot kitchen. I could put on some makeup and actually pose but that wouldn't be me.

I'm thinking of using it (cropped) on the blog profile. Maybe get rid of the open cupboard door and the hand towel (not a vacuum cleaner bag) hanging by the sink. That's a large package of holiday napkins I'm holding. Rochelle took the picture and very nicely too.

My kitchen window is the best thing about the house. I do my best thinking or meditation, whatever we want to call it, standing at the sink washing dishes, watching life go on, and daydreaming. So many houses are built without them these days. I would miss it.

Elcie's in bed - she's usually the first one. Others are scheduled for 8:30. They've had a long day and also a good one. I don't want it spoiled with an argument because they're exhausted.

Christmas is almost over for another year. Our New Year's Eve will be quiet. Probably a bottle of Martinelli's to share with the girls so they'll feel special. If they make it until midnight, they watch the Times Square ball drop, and then get to open the front door and yell "Happy New Year". People usually holler right back. After that they go to bed. Usually, one or more of them sleeps through the whole thing.

I think this is enough from me for the night. I'm already into New Year's and Christmas is still here for three more hours.