December 31, 2022

Mr. Lucky and I have had a great year (sigh). I am happy to report (again) we made it through the year without buying a Buick.  I drool sometimes about those cute Honda Ridgeline pickups.  Good thing I haven’t seen one in a magenta color.  It’s probably an even better thing that Buick doesn’t make pickups.

Our summer was pretty much usual.  Hot.  Dry.  We were able to enjoy a few rides in our side x side, affectionately known as Red Rover.  In fact our year has been pretty much usual.  We had the same number of birthdays, one each, and we quietly celebrated our 58th anniversary.  And some folks thought it wouldn’t last.

One of the highlights of our year has been getting to spend time with our grandson.  His daddy bought him a gizmo called a Strider.  It’s a bike without pedals.  The idea behind it is to teach younguns all about balance.  Our grandson has this figured out.  I am guessing that this summer, when he’s 3, he’ll be teaching the other kids about balance and riding these things.  I’ll let you know where to sign your kids up.  He has figured out the most important; wear your helmet.  I see a motorcycle in the future.

We are slamming the door on 2022 and opening up the door for a new 2023.  I think I have this backwards.  There is some sort of an Irish thing about opening and closing doors on New Years Eve to let the evil out and the good stuff in.  That’s what we aim to do.   Anyway, we are wishing all of our friends, neighbors, UPS drivers, snow plow operators, waitresses, and even relatives a warm, happy New Year.

Mr. Lucky and I hope you all are happy, healthy, and ready to bring in a New Year.  May you be able to put your snow shovel away, keep the doctors at bay, and keep on celebrating.  After all St. Patrick’s Day is just a few short weeks away.