Well folks, we made it though another Christmas holiday. Of course we spent it with our close family, kids, grand kids and the newest member, the Grand Dog, Emmi. The Bride and I drove from our home in Williamsburg, along the beautiful Route 71 for the most part of our trip. A very pretty part of the journey path from this part of Virginia up to the Northern Segments.
It is always a treat to the old curmudgeon to spend time with these terrific people. We arrived at my daughter’s home around mid afternoon on Monday and enjoyed some good conversation, catching up on her life. She called out for some dinner and in my idiocy, I opted for a bit of the spicy mexican food. Love me some of that culture food. But pay for it later, with stomach issues, oh well, it was great tasting and we enjoyed each other’s company as we ate. No one having to cook!
The next morning was Christmas Eve, and our tradition is to have my son and his family join with us and my daughter to do the Christmas thingy, and let them spend the actual Christmas Day with my daughter in law’s family. Lots of good food, presents galore and wonderful seeing three of our beautiful granddaughters. Life felt very good all day with such happiness with these wonderful folks, my very close family.
The bride and I took our leave, packing up our bright red suv with our suitcase, and all the treasures we received from our Christmas celebration of gift giving. We gave my daughter a big hug in thanks for her hospitality in providing us housing and meals for our visit and climbed abord Big Read, pointing her nose toward the south and headed home. A good visit again but happy to head home to our comfortable house. The Bride again being the driver and me the commentator/napper. Hey I am quite a large bit over the 80 year mark and deserve to be the passenger along with a couple of short naps.
Oh, one final tidbit. On one of our Route 17 segments, the Bride slammed on the brakes, awakening the old man, to find that we were able to stop before hitting a large turkey crossing the highway. On our right side I was able to observer a couple dozen other turkeys who made it across the highway quicker and the one we almost hit was bringing up the rear of the herd/flock or whatever a bunch of loose turkeys would be called. Evidently they escaped from someone’s turkey farm or fence area. Great reflex from the Bride, and super brakes on Big Red. GM does a great job with their cars and saved us from a big collision with a big bird looking like over 25 pounds.
Anyway, hoping you all had a very Merry Christmas and enjoyed the celebrations. Onward!
Musings of a Geriatric Curmudgeon 