Laughter is the shortest distance between friends.

Diane....we sure hope Larry is feeling better and yes the prime rib did get done, just right,  I was told.  We figured the problem was we cooked the meat in our cooker last year and everything was OK but it was a small roast and this year it was much bigger.  Nobody seemed to mind waiting because it was so good and we had a lot of fun waiting.  That picture is a little goofy of me. Wished my hair would have been longer, by now, but it is growing very slowly because it takes about a year to get the chemo out of ones body.  I do like the curls though. 


My husband is Irish and I'm Scottish, so communication problems abound.  One evening, he switched on an old film as I left the room.  When I returned, I recognized one of the actors.  "Is that Stallone?" I asked.  "It's only just started," he snapped back.


THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
A story of two brothers
A father died, leaving two sons.  One son lived on a hill and had a large family; the other, a bachelor, lived alone in a valley.  One night the son in the valley awoke.  He said to himself,  "Did my father's equal division of his property between us give my brother a just portion?  My poor brother, living on the hill, is weighed down by the responsibilities of a large family, and here am I without responsibilities and obligations.  Tonight I will take some of the sheaves of grain my father left me and quietly put them in my brother's barn; otherwise he would not take them."  That very same night, the other brother, on the hill, could not sleep.  He said to himself, "I can see my father did not treat my brother and me equally.  I m surrounded by a loving wife and family, and my brother lives alone.  I'll take some of the sheaves left me by my father and, unseen, leave them in my brother's barn, because he would not accept them knowingly."  That night, the two brothers met, halfway between their homes, their arms laden with sheaves, and when each realized what the other was doing, they wept with tears of understanding, of brotherly love.  This love between relatives, neighbors and friends across the world is the true spirit of Christmas.
   Ralph Jones