A Visit to The Chocolate

We finally did it. All those here for Christmas took the leap and visited Grandma & Pa's old home which is now called 'The Chocolate'. After ordering mouth-watering treats we checked out almost every single room. Bright colors, comfy couches and appealing art work met us at every turn.

With a twist of the arm and a knock on the head,
Everyone knew to smile or they would dread
The wrath of this lady before they were fed.
So we munched, bunched and crunched, even Jed.
While pictures were taken and then we all fled.

The kitchen is off limits where all the baking and prep work is done. Not much different than twenty years ago, when stepping in the door the tantilizing aroma of chocolate chip cookies, bread or pie called to us and we answered.

Check Out Our Christmas Lights

You won't recognize the place. Now that you can see, that is.

It all started when our renters complained about their livingroom lights not working. Rather than buy them new ones, we gave them ours. Then our diningroom light only had one bulb that worked and they weren't burned out. You could say we were in the dark.

After checking out several places we found and ordered matching lights. Dad got busy installing twelve new light fixtures we bought for Christmas. You could say, it has taken twenty years off how the house looks. Like dominoes ready to fall, now the ceiling needs to be painted. What next? We don't dare look further or think about it.

Great gains in our computer were made by our son-in-law, Jed. He likes to upgrade and improve it when visiting. Perhaps he was tired of seeing the family photo wallpaper I put on it, so we now have these beautiful photos of national sites.

It took us awhile to figure out the new programs, or shall I say find them then go from there. We are getting used to the little twanging beeper that pops up when you want to leave a site. It asks, 'Are you sure?' Worse than a mother.

Thank you, Jed, for keeping us on the cutting edge. At least it feels like it.