Saturday Another Christmas

Going back, I returned to my hotel and learned that Leta was in the ER and had been late-admitted. I have not learned much, but I believe she is resting comfortably. I went to bed, then woke every couple of hours to check for updates. She was admitted late, and her daughter, Barb C, went home late.

Before this, I was at the Wagner Christmas (though many names are changed from marriage) with Deborah and her sons and me (and Chris, another in-law) included. There, we exchanged gifts (Deborah and I purchased a few items for me to give) and had a marvelous potluck-style dinner. Milo and Abner, the youngest, made out well, with me scoring a new Horror-based game I have always wondered about. Plus other fine gifts, most of which are small enough to fit in my bags without trouble.

I will leave many of the details and pictures out, as these stories belong to others to tell.

I woke to a new war. President Chaos-Battleship bombed (spending millions in missiles and other expensive ammunition, and risking billions of dollars ‘ worth of expensive hardware) to arrest the head of Venezuela (a country I cannot spell) and to take over running the country. Rather, 1980s style, and today, I read on Facebook that if I protest, I must be a supporter of a narco-dictator. Seems so Reagan-Bush era stuff. We will investigate you as a communist if you protest. Yup, it looks like the 1980s again.

Need to find those old Bloom County and Doonesbury cartoons from the invasions in the 80s.

Returning to my 1980s complaints, the money we are spending on bombing and killing people, and then trying to run a country that does not want us, seems a waste. Better planning and better policing, and this stuff wouldn’t be needed. It looks so wasteful.

I expect that, now that we are loving the 80s, the new Trump ballroom will go disco. Wham it is!

Before all of this, I got up in my room at the IHG and went slowly, trying not to get distracted by the war. I wrote the blog, dressed and all that, and had breakfast and then spent some time with Deborah.

Sorry for the short blog. It was a lovely day. Thanks for reading!