Happy happy joy joy, etc., et al., and so on and so forth.
Here’s a-hopin’ all you little buckaroos got what y’wanted insteada what y’deserved. We should all be so lucky.
Ride ’em, snowboy
Happy happy joy joy, etc., et al., and so on and so forth.
Here’s a-hopin’ all you little buckaroos got what y’wanted insteada what y’deserved. We should all be so lucky.
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I got all I wanted: Santa’s little helpers hard at work in the kitchen. The grub gets better and better in this place, the less I seem to participate.
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Thanks to the extended Mad Dog Family for the daily diversions, commiserations, and all around good cheer.
Nothing like an assist with the grub. Herself will be in charge of salad and dessert today whilst I assemble the pre-Mexican hominy stew. Glad to have yis here widdus for another extended season of silliness.
The weather outside is frightful, yada, yada, yada. I’m thinking indoor activities with maybe a bowl of popcorn and the restored “African Queen” on blu ray this afternoon.
Yesterday was nice with dinner and guitar playing and singing with our friends. Guitar playing is a lot like cycling, especially the slow progress that you can hardly notice as you hammer away. The one day you think wow, I can climb that hill or hit that chord. Patience, simplicity, and compassion are your three treasures. Notice which one is first in the list.
Here likewise. Gray, cold, and foggy as me recollections of Daze Gone By.
We got started on “Life of Brian” last night (a longstanding holiday tradition) but called it quits early. This morning Herself the Elder will join us for the holiday feast.
Cycling seems contraindicated, but there may be some guitar. Right now I’m listening to “The Bells of Dublin” from The Chieftains and friends. The Chieftains always intimidate me into setting down the flute and tin whistle.
Sorta kinda White Christmas up here. We got about an inch of snow last night and its slowly melting.
I’m feeling a bit like that despite riding in the morning before the big feast. Today we start on the turkey leftovers – my favorite part, truth be told.