Weekend Highlights: I was at Marks' by 6:30 Saturday morning, and off we went to setup chairs at an ideal spot to watch the Los Gatos holiday parade. Right at the corner of the park. While setting out the chairs we realized the parade started at 11, not 9 am, which threw a complication into the plans we had for Jen to join us. She could not. She had other plans and had to leave by 10.30 as it was. 30 min of the parade and the struggle getting in/out due to road closures and crowds wasn't in the cards. It was a relief for her, actually. I still went, taking Wendy and Mark along since we left their car their earlier. I met Velma and Kelly ant the chairs after I moved my car to a closer spot. It made leaving a lot easier when it came time to do so. Tommy joined us, we walked around the streets before the parade began. I was reminising the whole time on being there with both kids for several years of scouting on boh of their sides. They are priceless memories, and it was good to share the experience with Tommy. Once home, I found that Jen's clay pot handles had been broken (by her). I glued them back on and went to pop in at the coat sale. Her response to my showing up was so gratifying. It's a joy to be wanted. When we returned home we found that Lucky ate a huge brick of butter. We assumed it'd come up or out one end or another. The drive to Palo Alto followed, with the goal simply being to buy tickets for It's a Wonderful Life since they sell out quickly. Jen suggested we stay for Mary Poppins, and we did. That too, like the parade, brought back lots of memories, especially of mine, seeing it as a child with my brother and parents in a theater. The Priest's party closed our Saturday. I ate and drank things I regretted doing the next day. This is becoming a repeated reminder. The peopewere fun and we enjoyed meeting them all. Sunday, around 2 am, Lucky brought the butter up. He was shaken and I was glad I heard it and attended to him with Jen's help, calmly getting him to settle again. Jen spent most of the day today at her Cousin's while I puttered about the house. I got my annual viewing of 1951's "A Christmas Carol" (staring Alastair Sims) addressed. To this day, I am always moved and inspired by this version, the acting, and the characters experiences recognizing what's valuable in life as he look back, around and ahead.