Stomach band again. Something I'm going to have to live with, I think. Could be a lot worse, so I'll quit complaining.
DH and I are planning our usual New Year's Eve. We might stay awake to watch the ball drop in NY. After all, he is from the big city, but since our bed time in much earlier anymore, we might not make it. We haven't partied or celebrated in the usual fashion for years and years. We like quiet and peaceful. Must be 'cause we are getting old. (grinning)
I'm still trying to decide what to give to whom. One of the nice parts, as I've mentioned before, is that knowing the end is coming, you get to do the things you want to do. Like who do you want to have what. After years or collecting 'stuff' I have a lot of 'stuff' to hand over to someone else. Like my library of books. I've got some fab reference books and trying to decide who gets those is tough. I'm inclined to give them to one of smallish libraries, but then there are the schools. It's a quandary! Still thinking about that one. My special dictionaries are going to my working granddaughters. I do have some really special ones. My Reverse Dictionary is worth it's weight ( and then some).
Then there are the household items. At the moment, my wonderful DH is copying my cookies recipe book. When I first started teaching Home Ec, the big companies would send tons of material to hand out. I have a cookie book, circa 1958, from Betty Crocker, with cookie recipes you can't find any place. In the '90's one of my friends laminated the poor thing even though it was in pieces at the time. He's in his office, copying the laminated pages and putting them together for granddaughters. Told you he was super special.