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Whoa! Hold the olives!

Ok, two things I learned (about the only two I can print in my blog anyway...) this holiday:
  1. I enjoy gin and soda with lime and olive. Thanks Aunt Susie for showing me the finer things in life...That and tatooing my kids.
  2. If you read #2 from the post "Turkey Jerky" you'll find history repeating itself, rather literally. The previous post cited my misadventure with olives. I am proud (oddly) to report that my son hurled his own cornicopia of olives Thanksgiving night, proving the axiom, "you really can eat too many olives."
  3. Ok, I lied about the two things since this is #3. You'll find I bend the truth for effect most often... Family. They are always there, always welcoming, always forgiving, always sacrificing. I assume everyone's family is this way, but if it is not, then I am extremely lucky. Family (my family in particular) is an amazing thing.
  4. hey if I am going to lie about 2 things being 3 then, shoot I might as well keep going... I don't want to get old. Seeing my elders falter chills me to the bone. Becoming a glimer of my former self is a frightening thought. Sure the pictures are all around of former glory, but it is like looking at stars in the sky, you can see them best if you look through your peripheral vision.... My neighbor was taken away by ambulance on Wed. A really nice old guy (86). I spoke with his kids yesterday and they seemed distrought not because he was sick, but because he got old. Something to think about there...

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