A wonderful holiday weekend especially since we were spared the blizzard. Delightful Christmas Eve with the kids at the Battisti residence in Camp Hill. Bob played Santa and delighted Cecilia with a doll. He made JJ happy (and Daddy Eric wild) with a megaphone device that changes one's voice into that of a robot, alien, etc. . . . We later exchanged our gifts with each other; Bob cheated on the spending perimeters by surprising me with a flat-screen TV for the den . . . Christmas dinner was shared with Mark Stevens and George Miller, an engineer for Norfolk Southern who was supposed to leave with a train for Newark. Luckily, the blizzard struck before he hit the rails so he was spared the aggravation. Bob really outdid himself with the food. Yummy . . . Monday morning we began marking down our seasonal merchandise. Thus far the ornaments and boxed cards have been discounted. More to come . . . Angela Lawson drove me to my doctor's appointment. No diagnosis yet; more tests . . . Our Green Street house has been decorated top to bottom; Bob loves doing it and I get to appreciate his handiwork. This is the living room fireplace . . .
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