Estimated reading time: 3 minutes
Estimated reading time: 3 minutes
For the rest of the year, I plan to revisit old Christmas memories (The Ghost of Christmas Past?) Please laugh and giggle along with me and my misadventures on the way to adulthood (some people are not sure I have made it yet!).
Christmas Memories: So it is now 1954, and Dad takes me with him to visit the wholesale toy warehouses from which he bought. I was (generally) well-behaved, and after walking around the display room, the salesman said, “Go pick out anything you see that you like!” Wow, in a toy warehouse. I looked at Dad and said, “Did he say ANYTHING?” Dad said. “Yes, he did!”
So I walked around this 30-foot-long table loaded with toys, studying each one very carefully. Dad said to me, “Hurry up, son, we have other places to visit today!”
OK, I made my decision! I bent over and pointed to a massive coil of rope under the display table (used by the trucks to tie down their cargo)!
Dad could not believe I chose a rope over a new Red Ryder Wagon, a Davey Crockett Coonskin Cap, a Chemistry set, and other goodies.
NO! Not Me! I wanted the rope! Dad tried his best to talk me out of my selection, but to no avail. The rope came home with us, and I played with that rope until there was nothing left. I made elevators that took me to the top of our trees, I made Tarzan swinging vines over LaBalona Creek, I created the world’s first “zip-line” over Comey Avenue, and a thousand other things only the mind of a child could think up!
Dad told that story over and over for years!
SO, THE MORAL TO THE STORY: If you want to give me a Christmas present, pick up a coil of rope and I will be as happy as a clam!
OK, it is 7:30 am, and we are up and running! We had our cup of coffee and planned the day, which I thought would be relaxing. Nope, it’s a typical day for us; running from here to there!
First was the CPAP Technician, who was dropping by for the second time to explain why the CPAP system wasn’t working. When I entered the hospital, Mary brought my trusty CPAP machine, but the doctors wanted me to have oxygen at the same time. The respiratory technician at the hospital did something, because since then the machine works fine for 10 minutes, then turns on the afterburners! It blows so hard my ears pop, and my toupee lifts about 2″ off the top of my head.
It all started several years ago!
After the visit, we headed off for Girls Night Out at the Elks, where we bought tickets for the New Year’s Gala. We purchased nine tickets for us, the Dudas, the Adams, the Kuhns, and Gail. We set up for a table of 16; the others will call in their orders.
From there to the doctor’s office to have him check up on my ablation surgery results. Duh, if I walked in on my own power, that should be good enough.
I should have worn my hearing aids!
