The days leading up to Christmas were probably the most boring of my trip. I don’t mean to dis my parents, but geez it was like coming off a high.
Mom and I got back from Phoenix in time to take Lois to Weight Watchers and go to Wal-mart. Ye haw.
That night we had dinner at Parish Bar & Grill which is one of the places I convinced my Mom to get a restaurant.com gift certificate for. A round of retiree karaoke started while we there…so exciting.
The 23rd was a more exciting day in the retiree life.
Mom, Dad, and I went to the Yuma Territorial Prison. The prison opened in July 1876 and has had an interesting past, including being a high school from 1910 to 1914. We followed that up with a tour of Old Town Yuma. And the best follow-up of all…wait for it…we went to both the indoor swap meet and the 4E swap meet. I’m being facetious here…it was fun.
That evening I took some time to put my Belize photos together via a Shutterfly album. It gave me another excuse to revisit my adventures.
Christmas Eve wins the ‘crap day’ award. It became obvious early in the day that I was getting on my Dad’s nerves, so I jumped in my car and headed to Starbucks to read and play on the internet. I was so glad I had my own car to escape and give my parents a break from me and Kinley. I had a late lunch at Logan’s which ended up being free. I guess my order got lost when my ticket didn’t print in the kitchen. Frankly I was so engrossed in my book I didn’t even notice.
Christmas morning started with me attempting to get donuts…nothing was open. I ended up at Foothills Diner and ordered us breakfast. After breakfast, Dad and I took Misty and Kinley for a quad ride. Misty has her own seat with seatbelt, but I had to hold Kinley. Given that it was Kinley’s first time on a quad and he doesn’t like loud noises, I thought he did great.
After the fun quad ride, we came back home and I helped Mom get ready for Christmas dinner. Lois and Ralph came over for dinner, but Lois felt horrible from her chemo treatment. It was a very low key dinner and that was just fine.
Later that evening Mom helped me take my braids out. Everyone always asks…it took 2 ½ hours with both of us working on it. Not fun!