Sedona AZ (January 17, 2012) – Hello there! Yoohoo . . . are you hibernating for the winter or still just recovering from too much Holiday cheer?
Well, guess what? I’m doing some celebrating of my own. After having two more sessions of X-rays on my much discussed disengaged jaw prior to an appointment on December 29, 2011 (last year) it was finally decided that in spite of the still disconnected bone – the wire would come out.
Yep, like so many phones theses days, I’m wireless and feeling great and so far my jaw hasn’t fallen off. Whew! What a grand way to start the New Year.
So, on that happy note, it’s important for me to take this opportunity to thank the many of you, both four footed, two footed, winged and slithery as the case may be, who took time to read my ramblings of the past year.
Risky as it is to chance leaving someone out, to my best ability I’ve tracked the following names that submitted comments and made my efforts worthwhile. So, here goes and will try to do it “alfabetecly” but that will be a challenge since I don’t know what that word means:
Abe Koniarsky; Adrienne; Arnie; Blacky & Zoska; Candace & Stormy; Carol Shay & Tucker; Cassy & Sobe; Chip, Dale & LaRae; Cody & Dean; Cole Robertson; David Noble, Texas; Davis & Rachel, Mesa, AZ; Dorine; Eileen, Inoch, & Sadie; Gloria; Hank Trebble; Jodie & Harley Gray; Karin, Bonnie & Clyde; Linda & Alan Brecher; Mandy & Cole (East Coast); Max, Tootsie, & Jean; Marcia; Marilyn Lachman; Martha; Michael T.; Mz. Ellie, Digger, & Foo; Nell Bright; Shaeri & Muzzie; Skipper & Lea; Sobrina; Sunday & Rick.
If, in the event, I left anyone out who gave of their valuable time to ask me questions, send me answers, give me support and cheer, I humbly apologize from the bottom of my heart. You know what to do about it. Let me know.
As Mommy Dearest and I embark on what will soon be our fifth year together, we will do it with stiff upper lips (or jaws as the case may be) and brace to deal with whatever fate has in store. We will continue on in our old retro house, realizing it’s one of a kind and hoping Mr. Smithsonian will discover its true value before such a time as the grim reaper chooses to do us part.
I surely feel up to hearing from y’all . . . like how were your Holidays and, also, to do what I had set out to do in the first place . . . have the opportunity to answer questions as does that Dear Abby person.
So, how about it?