Reminisces

This afternoon I was watching a football game with Molly asleep at my feet and L napping in another room. As I sat there, the thought struck me that it just doesn’t get any better than this. The year passing behind us may have been filled with ups and downs and challenges, but having the people you love safe and sound and being able to relax with your nearest and dearest has to be the best of all possible worlds. Of course, life would have been better if the Broncos would finally act like a real team and win.

L had a number of pictures in her cell phone when she arrived here for Christmas, so I figured I’d share a few.

First up is the lighting of the Breckenridge Christmas Tree from earlier in the month:

It is a tradition in the community to hold a lighting of the tree. Always well attended even when the temperature is well below zero!

And then of course there was the Dew Tour stop in Breckenridge which L just had to trek out and go see in person in the wind and cold.

There were others, but L managed to photograph her thumb in them.

Finally, there was this picture of a life-sized bust that the Son and his friend managed to inherit and which now sits in L and the Sons living space.

Recognize the face? Nothing like having Ronnie’s smiling mug to scare you at night as the moonlight gleams from his greenish bronzed face.

Oh, those of you who were curious as to why I got a roll of toilet paper with a note in it all gift-wrapped – well, I made the mistake of mentioning to mom one day that a certain periodical went immediately from the mail box to the bathroom since it was ideal light reading. So the roll of toilet paper with the cryptic “this goes with the real gift” was the clue to let me puzzle out that mom was gifting me with a renewal to the periodical in question. You have to stay on your toes in this family to know what you got from whom.

Merry Christmas

Santa must have recovered from his pre-flight routines in time to complete his rounds. His database must have crashed though, I didn’t get a lump of coal!

Question of the day: why did I get a wrapped roll of toilet paper with a note in the center that said “the real gift goes with this”? At least it wasn’t this classic knit Cthulhu mask:

I know that Santa is tired today – if for no other reason than the fact he has the wrong date on his calendar.

Of course that may be because of his legal troubles with Mrs. Claus:

Or it might even be the scurrilous campaign being conducted against him by the religious right:

What do you think?

Will Christmas Spirit Return?

Twas the night before the night before Christmas and all through the house there was no sign of Christmas, not even a grouch.

To understand why, we have to go back in time, to when Santa began his delusional last trip last year.

Of course this led to complications with the staff.

Which meant that the normal holiday trek was more problematic than usual. The first replacements left much to be desired.

But with the help of slightly shabby fake reindeer and unleaded high-test, the Eve of note got underway.

It was not without problems along the way. The first little hiccup was the lack of suspension on the high octane sled.

But that was minor compared to how the evening came to an ignominious end.

Santa spent many months in recovery and thought.

While he was resting and healing (and getting a tan), he decided to modernize the traditional van.

Then he added a new staff.

(Who were not at all fired up!)

Will the new and improved Santa and crew make the journey to deliver  Christmas spirit tomorrow?

Will Christmas Eve be a blast or bust?

Stay tuned for further reports as the event progresses.

The Weather Outside Is …

The weather outside is frightful, …

Not really. It is cold and starting to blow, but the snow has not yet started. The weather critters are now predicting the snow to start in the early AM tomorrow. That is a shame because the funeral and interment of our friend’s mother is tomorrow morning. We’ll have to see if it is as raw and blustery as predicted. I hope not. I would be happy if it held off until Christmas Eve, but I suspect my wishes will have little effect.

Today it got up to a blazing 35 after yesterday’s 60 degree balm. Since most of the snow was melted for the first time in a while, it was a good opportunity to perform poop patrol in Molly’s yard. I’ve never figured out how a medium sized dog can poop so much. I think babies and dogs must poop their body weight every few days. In any case, since the temperature was above my shorts threshold of 20 degrees, I was out cleaning the yard in shorts and jacket. Is it any wonder my neighbors think I may have a few screws loose?

L heads down from the mountains tomorrow for Christmas here. I am really looking forward to that. The Son will be working in the mountains over the holidays. For some reason this year seems not to have the normal Christmas feel about it. I’d assume it was just me, but other people have mentioned the same feeling. Maybe we are all just turning into old curmudgeons.

Time to get some real work done.  I’ll leave you with this thought:

Things Done Right