Scooter Saga

Five weeks had elapsed between the Maui and Holiday posts.  I was getting some inquiring e-mails. I didn't get distracted, sick or injured and hadn't died. It's not that there's a huge following, but I am usually more regular in posting at least once or twice a month.  Blogging is a 'feast or famine' endeavor and it's just that nothing new happened.  When I started this four years ago, I said if I already talked about it, or the post was not based on a real event, or had no humor value, I wouldn't blog about it.*  I will say however, the graphics have gotten better in four years.  If there's nothing to say, SHUTUP Certainly, there is progression with ataxia.  But, it is fairly slow and constant. This blog was never meant to be informative.  It's not a sitcom during the off–season.  Do I have writer's block?  Perhaps.  Maybe I've run out of things to say.  Maybe my sense of humor is hiding somewhere.  Nah,  I'm just sporadic.

As I approached the first post-retirement Christmas, I vowed not to go into it channeling last year's Holiday Dictator.* It's not as if I usually did everything and Earl did nothing . It's just that I had never shared in the decision-making. I'm not a "My Way or the Highway" kind of person.  But during Christmas, I have to admit to being a "My Way is the Best Way" kind of person.  Outdoor Décor Earl started by getting the Christmas ornaments out of the attic.  That area used to be somewhat organized. Then we remodeled our house and the Tenison family moved in while their house was being built.**  The attic was where we threw everything that didn't have a home and now it was a death trap.  Fortunately, Earl (new to the 'Elf Club') , only bumped his head a couple of times and managed not to kill himself while extricating the holiday paraphernalia***.  He moved on to hang the big ornaments all along the driveway and put up