Peter Pan doesn’t live here.

Sheba, my anonymous and selfieless spouse and I have just returned from a week’s trip to the Land of Enchantment. And I’m not talking about we flew away with Peter Pan. The Land of Enchantment as some of you well know is the slogan New Mexico uses as their chamber of commerce logo.

Therefore a solid week off my so-called Curmudgeon blog. Such as it is. None the less we saw our kids and grandkids with plenty of hugs and tickles. Not so much for our adult kids. A couple of self absorbed thirty-something professional swell-heads.

Never the less, it was a week of piano recitals, souvenir eating, Sheba’s birthday party, visiting with our older grandchild’s new horse. A brownish buckskin named teddy. Numerous shopping trips with just Sheba and our younger daughter hitting many re-sale shops. A serious past time my wife is addicted to. And what did I get from this Enchantmentland trip?? Lots of hugs from my grandkids. A tall thirteen-year old with permanent ear-buds under forever color changing hair who looks twenty and a eight year old who is smarter than any two-headed genius. Just ask her about the microbes in a Panda Bear’s stomach. But anyway, I’ll take it as it is. However, glad to be back home.

Published by Charles Oldenfatt the Curmudgeon

If I told you the truth about myself you would think what a wad of chewed gum stuck under a church pew I am. Dull. Ordinary .old and fat

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