The annual Woodland Garden Christmas dinner was held Wednesday evening. The Edmonds, facility builders and owners, hosted us. They and the WG staff served. Jerry Thilmany and The Strollers entertained: accordion, bass fiddle, and violin /vocalist gal.
The decor was delightful; the food great; the mood bright and joyous. Only downer: the gabby few who carry on private conversation, no matter what. Like ants at the picnic; you learn to tolerate.
I had the prettiest girl at the party. Norma wore a multi-tiered maroon dress, baby pearl necklace, pearl-banded watch, navy blue sox, and classy shoes. I wore navy blue pants, white shirt, and maroon sweater vest matching Norma’s dress. Shoulda took a picture.
What a great place to live! Completely redecorated with new furnishings; the commons areas on all three floors are brightly trimmed for Christmas. I’m half way through my sixth year now. And to think: had I got my way, I’d be living in a cramped studio apartment—with no girl from 313.
To learn how I got here, read Epilogue at www.lloydsstorytree.com. A geezer love story.
Old Grandpa Lloyd