The Reason for the Season

 

Where are you Paul Harvey?

For people of a certain age you remember how broadcaster Paul Harvey would have a little tidbit where he gave a deep dive into a story,  fact, or event and told an aspect we might not have known - the rest of the story. 

We were at the grocery yesterday getting the fixins for Christmas dinner when one of the jerks who walks around the store holding up his phone with the speaker on walked by. Normally these people irritate me to no end, but this time I was intrigued. Here is the snippet of the conversation I heard:

“We was out in the front yard pokin’ a raccoon with a fuckin broomstick when…” 

Just then the wife asked something and I missed the rest. Paul Harvey I need you to tell me the rest of the story. 

Sunday

 

One of my favorite carols

It begins

A busy day is on tap this Saturday before Christmas. The granddaughters have a dance recital this afternoon. We have the Christmas get-together tonight with the wife’s family. We still need to purchase gifts for the White Elephant event there. 

The wife is stressed, time is short, money is shorter, and life moves apace. 

All is well.

The reindeer are carb loading in anticipation

 It is snowing. But not sticking. With a slight warmup on the way early next week there is no chance for a white Christmas. So it goes. It’s not like it is Vermont this time of year or anything. 

You probably suspect I’m going to drop a video of old Bing crooning away. How wrong you are little elf.

I will present one of my favorites:

Whole lot of nothing

It has been a slow work week, everyone is winding down in preparation for the holidays and I’m no exception. I took my last vacation day for the 23rd so I will have nearly a week off after tomorrow. 

The air bubble in my eye has nearly subsided. It obscures about 10% of the bottom of my vision, unless I look down then I have a big black spot blocking my vision like a lunar eclipse. The whole thing has reached the annoying stage. A day or two more and my vision will hopefully be clear. I go back to the surgeon Monday and I hope I get a great follow up report. 

Future UNESCO heritage site.

The homestead under a distant full moon all decked out in Christmas lights. 

The windows in the upper left are my office, where the blogging magic happens. I’m pretty sure it will be a national shrine someday.