Oh my has it been a busy holiday season.  I was so excited to see my great grandson at Thanksgiving time!  He reminded me I’m supposed to write these blog post things more than once a year, whoopsadaisy.  I love the smell of a warm pumpkin pie right out of the oven.  It just makes your whole house smell like warmth.  Goodness Thanksgiving dinner was a crazy time.  My great grandson filled me up with some delicious red wine and then some very fancy scotch.  My bones were feeling mighty warm after that:) (My niece just showed me how to make these cute faces.  I just love them!)  The rest of the night gets a bit hazy after the brownies and coffee, but it was wonderful.  I discovered I could shop for presents online:)  That Frank Sinatra, he was so debonaire back in the day.  This young men need to take one from him.  Tying a bow tie for instance.  Now that’s the mark of a real man;)

I remember a show that had a bunch of squares. The Brady bunch was such a classic show.  Now my great grandson keeps trying to get me to do this four square thing and ranting about becoming the major of Joe’s Cafe.  I love going to Joe’s; such a great place to have a good meal.  I just don’t quite get this four square thing he talks about.  I don’t see how I would ever be mayor of Joe’s.  If anything, Joe should be the mayor.

I was chatting with my great grandson this morning, and he kept jabbering about all his friends being “married.”  I guess a lot of young people are moving in together without getting married.  That’s the way to do it if you ask me.  He thinks they act like they’re married though….what does it mean to act like you’re married?  Do married people act a certain way?

I had been telling him how hard it’s been to swallow all my medications lately, and he promised me that it would go down much more easily with a drink.  Such a sweet boy, that one.  May you all have great-grandsons as caring as mine!  He even poured himself a glass first, so he could make sure he’d mixed it right for me.  

I began a new knitting project today.  My neighbor Emilio’s house burned down, and I thought he might want a beautiful new tea cosy in case his family lost theirs in the fire.  Such a nice family.  My great-grandson told me I should share the project here.  I hope I can remember it right—I haven’t had a drop of the old Kentucky firewater since the Eisenhower administration.  It certainly takes me back!  

Dotty’s Tea Cosy—Instructions

• Cast one on
• Knit two
• Purl one
• Do si do
• Let steep for 30 minutes
• Repeat until tea cosy is finished!

I called my great-grandson on my phone today (he told me to mention it’s a rotary phone when I type this).  I needed to know who these “followers” were. 

It reminds me of a boy I knew named Brigham, who had a lot of followers.  He moved west to some Rocky Mountain state, and did something important, which I can’t remember.

Anyway, something about all his “followers” was a little off.  You should lead not follow.  That being said, you should follow my great grandson, that boy has me in stitches every time he visits.

My great-grandson sent me a picture of Brigham!

Anyway, bed time.

I just woke up because I have to pee.  Wondering what all these things on my computer are.  I need my glasses.  My gosh.  So much cursing.  Arthritis is making this difficult.  Computers are complicated.  Going back to sleep now.  Nighty night. 

My great grandson told me they’re on my feet.  They weren’t, but he finds my senility amusing.  That boy’s a hoot.  

Does one organize one’s emails or does one let that inbox just fill up and use the search function?