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This post may take a while... it's coming after a week of 'something or other' that has had me bedridden with croupy cough, headache, and fever. I won't say it was the flu... but since I had the flu shot in October, I guess it could have been a modified version. All I know is that my fever (102 F) broke Wednesday night and I woke up soaked with perspiration... and have felt better since.
First, let me say that we had a wonderful Christmas and New Year's.
Our daughter who lives in the hill country and was with us for Thanksgiving, decided to drive up on the spur of the moment 2 days after Christmas... for a short visit and to deliver Christmas gifts she had yet to mail. It's only about a 4.5 - 5 hour drive (even shorter if grand daughter (17) is driving), so they can leave early and be here for lunch time. This was an unexpected but happy surprise.
Daughter, Grand daughter 1 (17), DIL, and Grand daughter 2 (6) took off and did some Girls after Christmas sale shopping. I picked up a new Star for the tree next year. The old one is rather small and really wasn't made to top a tree.
We also hit Northpark Mall which is one of the biggest and oldest malls in the area. It was packed! I never would have been there if it wasn't for this spur of the moment 'girls shopping spree' (I really don't like crowds). But I can go with the flow... when it's family oriented.
Anyway, youngest grand daughter saw the Train Exposition.... which is there every year (getting bigger every time) and wanted to go inside. You have to get tickets, but it all goes to charity. So of course I took her while the others shopped some more. This was also packed with people and kids (and probably where I picked up some bug). But it was fun. She enjoyed it. The last time I was inside there was when our oldest grandson (20) was 4. He enjoyed it back then too.
There were trains everywhere... going in all directions and the kids could push a button and stop or start them.
This particular one was made like Fair Park and Big Tex here in Dallas. If you look closely you can see Big Tex on the midway.
OK... now I'm going to mention something that has really been bothering DH and myself these last 2 days. Apparently our neighbor's wife across the street passed away 3 months ago. Did we know? No. Were we close friends? No... but we've lived here for 34 years and have waved hello as we passed... occasionally speaking when outside working on the lawn, etc.
When checking with our neighbors who are on both sides of us (and who admittedly we are closer to), they didn't know either. How can this be? She was only about 50 (I'm guessing)... and our closer neighbors are about the same. DH and I are the old ones.
My dilemma is what to do. We don't know them well enough to go knocking on his door now 3 months later. Yet it feels wrong to not to anything. If we had known, we would have brought food, sent a card, extended our sympathies somehow. But now... ?? I plan to talk to my closer neighbors and see if we can figure this out. But I have to admit, it's shocked us - not that a neighbor could die, but that one so close could die and us not know anything about it.
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