Hello and happy holidays to you, Jane.
Time for another trip, but this time no call from you as I hit the Blues. I see possibly a bit of snow in my future, maybe midnight mass, possibly Five Guys burgers, a screening of Avatar and who knows after that. I see late night present wrapping, a turkey supper, a trip to Radio Shack to get cables for the new flatscreen and lots of paper trash. I see plenty of dollar burgers coming and going and a madhouse trip to Walmart on the 26th to search for an artificial tree (on clearance!). I know that I'll get to watch Bride of Frankenstein at least once with Punkin and if I'm lucky I'll get to see A Charlie Brown Christmas, too. What I don't want is time with my in-laws, or any kind of time spent at the mall, or any more money spent on toys and gifts. That we pretty much have squared away.
What I see coming up in all this dysfunctionality is a fairly normal Christmas for a change. I have the car loaded up with all our old holiday geegaws. I have a turkey and a ham in the icebox next door just waiting for a bag of ice to help keep them cool on the way over the pass. Tomorrow I'll have cash in hand, the utilities will be paid and I will be able to gas up the car once again. Friday will be a normal holiday for a change, albeit one that is laced with a sort of bittersweet strangeness with the foreknowledge that come Sunday I be heading home again, heading home to a cold house, a mad cat and a new year filled with uncertainty.
But this much I am certain about: tomorrow I leave for Boise, come hell or high water or snow or frozen fog. Tomorrow I turn my car into a sleigh and take Christmas early to my kids. And tomorrow, well, darlin', I'll be thinking of you and wishing for you and yours a very Merry Christmas.
Love, Your old WHMB, Roger
Time for another trip, but this time no call from you as I hit the Blues. I see possibly a bit of snow in my future, maybe midnight mass, possibly Five Guys burgers, a screening of Avatar and who knows after that. I see late night present wrapping, a turkey supper, a trip to Radio Shack to get cables for the new flatscreen and lots of paper trash. I see plenty of dollar burgers coming and going and a madhouse trip to Walmart on the 26th to search for an artificial tree (on clearance!). I know that I'll get to watch Bride of Frankenstein at least once with Punkin and if I'm lucky I'll get to see A Charlie Brown Christmas, too. What I don't want is time with my in-laws, or any kind of time spent at the mall, or any more money spent on toys and gifts. That we pretty much have squared away.
What I see coming up in all this dysfunctionality is a fairly normal Christmas for a change. I have the car loaded up with all our old holiday geegaws. I have a turkey and a ham in the icebox next door just waiting for a bag of ice to help keep them cool on the way over the pass. Tomorrow I'll have cash in hand, the utilities will be paid and I will be able to gas up the car once again. Friday will be a normal holiday for a change, albeit one that is laced with a sort of bittersweet strangeness with the foreknowledge that come Sunday I be heading home again, heading home to a cold house, a mad cat and a new year filled with uncertainty.
But this much I am certain about: tomorrow I leave for Boise, come hell or high water or snow or frozen fog. Tomorrow I turn my car into a sleigh and take Christmas early to my kids. And tomorrow, well, darlin', I'll be thinking of you and wishing for you and yours a very Merry Christmas.
Love, Your old WHMB, Roger
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