My wife died in 2010 after thirty-three years together. Kids are grown and moved away.
The cats and I will celebrate together.
Think I'd prefer a human.
Sigh, indeed.

Our furry friends matter.

Last year I volunteered out of town.

This year both folks are with dementia and in a home, I feel compelled to go there tomorrow to help them adjust.

Lucked up this summer and met a new friend and I will be going to her place and eating with her kids this afternoon. Looking forward to it, but the holidays with the cat weren't too bad either.

Take care.

My sister and her husband drove in from Long Island. My brother and his wife drove up from Virginia.

Our 90 year old father drove 10 miles to the club.

It's the only time of the year where we're together, under one roof.

It was pleasant. The food was good. No fights.

It started at 3:30. Dad left at 5:15. Sister and brother and spouses left at 5:45. Neither wanted to extend the visit to another venue; they wanted to leave, period.

We barely spent 2 hours together.

Part of me was regretful, part of me was thankful.