Christmas Eve

Well I made it. It's Christmas Day in under an hour. I've limped to the line, a crook back this last couple of weeks, quite painful when it started, slowly recovering over a week or so, now bad again.

Today I tidied up here and there, visited three good friends, Dulcie, Amanda, and Lindy and Ian, giving them honey and chocolate or wine. Dulcie has sold her unit in Gembrook and probably will be leaving, she's looking for rental accom somewhere this side of Melbourne and she will need it by mid Feb when she has to vacate. I will miss her but will keep in touch and no doubt I'll visit her. Amanda is having Christmas with her parents in Melbourne, also her sisters and one of her daughters. Her other daughter is overseas, Prague now. Lindy and Ian are going to Melbourne, to lunch with Lindy's mum Faye, who is now in her nineties and also a long standing friend, at a restaurant. These friends have been helpful and encouraging to me in different ways, during a difficult year. Them and many others who I have not visited today or lately but I'm fortunate with my friends, that I have many, and that they are such good people.

Tomorrow is for family. Again I'm fortunate. Good family. We'll lunch at the farm with Elvie, Meredith, Roger, Jod, Annie and Brett and their three kids. Ella and Evie are growing so fast, doing so well in secondary school, and Toby making good progress at primary school. Rosie, Mat and young Grace will not be there, they are with Mat's family this year.

Then it's home here for Christmas dinner, just the four of us. Nice. Robbie's friend Hao isn't coming, he's Chinese origin and doesn't do Christmas, and I think he feels he'd be intruding. No so, he's most welcome, but I understand how he feels.

Lib's sisters and their kids are doing their Christmas thing independently of us, in Portarlington Bairnsdale and lakes Entrance. I remember fondly the days when we Chritsmassed with the Meeks Bells and Currans but as time goes on kids grow up and have new family connections and so it is.

I did a bit of whipper snipping at the farm and at home today and feel happy that I did, crook back and all. Funny thing is the whippering didn't worry the back, it's bending low that's worst, like putting boots on.

Twelve minutes to Christmas Day. Must be off, dose up on ibuprofen and hit the sack.

Felize Navidad!