It rained all day Christmas, but we went for a walk the next day. Eye-Ees Road.
It was a great holiday with lots of fun and laughs and great people and fabulous food. I give it 10 stars.
It took me only 5 days to train myself to think that five minutes after I got up in the morning, I needed to start eating cookies or candies and there was no reason to stop until going to bed at night.
Yesterday I got up and announced that I never wanted to eat or drink anything ever again. We were driving home and by 10am I had the bag of Christmas cookies open on my lap.
I’ve got the rest of my life to detox. No sense in rushing into anything.
Careful instructions for feeding your dog this type of treat.
Yesterday was the second time this year Bob and I drove home from California on a Tuesday. As soon as we’re close enough we tune into the local classic rock station to listen to two-fers.
We invented a game where we try to predict the next band. And once we know the band we try to guess the next song. Hey, on a nine hour car ride, this is a fun game.
During the summer they did a two-fer AC/DC. I can’t remember the songs but during the second one Bob said: Does AC/DC always sound like this? I said: You mean two loud chords and a guy screaming? Bob nodded. I said: YES. That’s why they’re awesome.
Yesterday we heard: The Cars, The Beatles, Van Halen, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Led Zepplin, Guns N’ Roses, Joan Jett
Guesses that never materialized: Fleetwood Mac, Foghat, AC/DC, Tom Petty, Black Oak Arkansas, Journey
Auntie wrangling the crabs for the crabfeed. “Sorry,” she said as she shut the pot lid down on some flailing crab legs.
Last night I had miserable insomnia. I woke up at 1am and read Julia Child letters for two hours before trying to go back to sleep. After another hour I went downstairs to wake Bob up and ask him to come back upstairs. We talked for awhile and then he fell asleep. I guess I fell back to sleep around 5am.
The Julia book of letters is really good.
Bob holding a baby! (Jacob) Someone asked him if the baby looked tired. “How the hell do I know what a tired baby looks like?”
That’s the update. This afternoon Bob and I are going to look for a lamp. We never do anything for our house so I feel like a public announcement is warranted. It’s going to be a good reading lamp for by the couch. I’m sure if we find one I’ll take photos. Don’t want you to be left out.
I think that picture of Bob is the best I’ve ever seen.
That used to be the answer to the age-old question when The Boy was little. He’d say, “Where are you going?” and we’d always respond (in unison), “to the lamp store,” and then his little face would fall and a piece of his soul would die and then we’d laugh and point and then take him to the toy store. It was always good for a laugh.
I have never heard of Black Oat Arkansas. But then, most people have not heard of Trotsky Icepick.