Monday, Dec. 2

Slept better last night, and got up around 7:30. Dense fog this morningStill coughing a little, but not as much, so maybe I'm on the road to recovery. I skipped my exercises, of course, and just went ahead and showered and dressed.

Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house around 9:30. She's a little under the weather, with a scratchy throat. But so far she seem okay. Maybe this malady will skip her.

The first thing I did this morning was call the scrapbook club members to cancel our meeting, scheduled for tomorrow.

We also decided not to try to go to the Christmas parade tonight, so it wasn't necessary to take a vehicle downtown and leave it in parking space near the parade route.

As it happened, the truck needed attention, anyway, since it wouldn't start when Hubbie tried it last night. This morning, he had to call our road service to come and jump the battery. A guy arrived around 10 a.m. Once the truck was running, Hubbie took it to our favorite auto shop. Naturally, the truck needed a new (and very expensive) battery. Guess we can't complain, since the old battery had been in there since 2008.

When Hubbie returned, we began working on putting the Christmas village on the mantel. This is always a chore, and it wasn't helped by several big power strips and piles of cords, making it difficult to maneuver the boxes I use to make levels and the houses into place.

Finally, Hubbie decided to go in search of something different to plug the houses into and returned with one long power strip, which made the job a little easier.

While he was gone, I fluffed the branches on the two artificial trees in the living room, and learned that only the lights on the lower half of the pre-lit tree we bought last year work. The lights were only guaranteed for one year, and I guess they weren't about to go one moment beyond that.  So we'll have to add strings to the upper portion. Maybe pre-lit trees aren't such a great thing, after all.

At least the village is up now, so tomorrow we'll begin on decorating the trees.

Around 3 p.m., I put a pan of spaghetti sauce on to simmer, and then relaxed with a stack of newspapers.

Later, I cooked the spaghetti, and we enjoyed this meal that wasn't Thanksgiving fare. After supper, Hubbie accompanied Mother to her house, then we watched TV, as usual.

I noticed that Hubbie is getting hoarse now. Phooey.