What is this? I post on Christmas and then don’t do so again until New Year’s Eve. I guess the daily circumstances of my life are changing. Oh, well, onward with a new path.

I did lose Guido for a few minutes today; black blends in so well, dontcha know. I think he is getting even with me, because as my advisor in Words with Friends, he let me made a big mistake. BIG.

I hope everyone has a good year and I hope I can stay up until midnight. Oh, shoot, I just ate a Christmas delicacy and did not chew 35 times. Well, that bummed me out for the end of the year, because it was the last one and it tasted so very good.

We put the bubble lights that LZP sent on the little crooked tree. And then I added some flat, transparent ornaments that are each embossed with a holiday scene and inherited from my mother. The picture does not do the tree justice:

Oh, I also hung another old ornament on the the lower branches – a Raggedy Ann with a missing leg. And the Homeless Pet ornament and one that says JOY but still has the GoodWill price stamp on it. It’s the little touches, dontcha know.

The drive down yesterday was pleasant in an unusual way. It rained for a good bit of the trip, but the temperature was in the 40’s and climbing and I had no fear of ice developing, plus I had just recently purchased super-dooper windshield wipers. I listened to Christmas carols and the GPS lady’s instructions and made good time, not stopping once.

We spent Christmas Eve grazing on all sorts of little delicacies and some cheese to which I kept adding horseradish. We watched episodes of Foyle’s War, talked on the phone with LZP and somewhere around 10 pm, I nodded off. I think Der Bingle kept on reading. He left me tucked in on the sofa, which is just as well since I always wake early and now don’t have to worry about bothering him while I wait for sunrise.

Time for a soda and Christmas peanut butter . . .

I was going to post and then I was interrupted. I was really busy sewing. I had to go out looking for a tree for Fairborn. I needed to take some people places. Uh, I absolutely needed to read a couple of books. I needed to waste time fretting. The usual stuff.

But I am here now . . . and aren’t you glad? Yes, I’m laughing at myself; my little laptop is jiggling on my chest/tummy as I giggle. Not an out of control Anderson Cooper giggle, but a short little one. It’s over now. Well, except for that last bounce of the keyboard.

But, being here, I find that I have no stories to tell. Okay, there’s one. I was going to run up to the LaGrange house and hike out to the marsh and, using my special pruning saw – a gift from Der Bingle who knows me so well – grab a Charlie Brown volunteer tree for Fairborn. However, I did have to go to Auburn and the Home Depot was right there and so I figured I’d just look in their garden department.

I found a Frasier Fir – tabletop size, with its own little plastic stand. It is a little crooked; we may leave it that way or we may try to tilt it in a compensatory manner. I don’t know. But we will put on the bubble lights LZP sent and maybe I’ll tuck Guido in the branches. It was a joke, Guido!!!! But then again, he would look so cute . . .

I’ll be back, don’t know where, don’t know when . . . some sunny day.

Hello there. This is the one with small hands typing from a bluetoothy keyboard I got as a Christmas present from Der Bingle. This could be liberating.

But here I am again, turning up like a bad penny, or whatever cliche you wish to use.
One week to Christmas!!!!! Whoa, how did this happen? Well, no mind; it has.

Oh, I got an email notifying me that someone had tried to access this blog, which might have led to some interesting posts for a change. Heck, I can barely remember my password.

But never mind that. Here’s a video from The Greene in Dayton. Totally unedited, as you can see from the view of the ground at the end; and totally off-the-cuff, as made obvious by the off camera direction.

I was not wearing my elf bells that hang from a ribbon that sits on my head like a fallen halo – but they were in my purse. You never know when the Elf Alert may sound.

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Oh, drat. I guess I’m going to have to go the YouTube route. Crossing my fingers for luck.

Der Bingle and I went into GoodWill after lunch yesterday and found this ornament. I think it is priceless; but then what do I know.

I do know it will have a place of honor here on our little apartment tree, along with the vintage bubble lights that LZP sent. I will probably do what I did when I was two (so they told me): sit in a rocker and stare at the bubbles. This year I will be thinking of Shane, who is not homeless . . . who lives in my heart.

Ah, another urine analysis with dubious results, so more cipro and pushing of the fluids. Cranberry juice, here we go again. I’ll be heading down to Fairborn, so I’ll sit and watch movies and let Der Bingle wait on me.

Quentin’s nose isn’t blinking red, but it’s noticeable and I don’t think the doctor wants him to play any reindeer games for awhile. This is his second sinus surgery and was not as rigorous as the first. However, I don’t think it was much fun.

He sent a picture of his gauze mustache. When I emailed it to myself from my phone, it was obviously enlarged and I saw the calendar I had made of Shane pictures over his shoulder.

It is December. Shane is lying with his Santa Wubba in the pictures. I am going to believe that Shane is a playful elf that you can’t see, but follows us all around and, in this case, would be very happy to help Quentin sleep off the tiredness of surgery nestled up at his side.

Yesterday, as I was driving through LaGrange, I noticed the flags were at half staff. At first I wondered if someone had died, and then I thought about it being Pearl Harbor Day. That is telling; I am 66 and my first thought was not of Pearl Harbor Day. When I was young, the question asked by a lot of my elders was, “What were you doing on Pearl Harbor Day?” I heard so much talk about it, I sometimes thought I could remember.

Then it was about JFK and now the September 11, 2001. As my mother watched the coverage of the latter, she remarked over the phone to me, “This is what it was like when Pearl Harbor happened.” She recalled the students being called into the gym on the following day to listen to FDR speak over the radio.

It sometimes feels as if the smallest things are disasters; I need to keep my perspective.

It occurs to moi that I have been writing posts that mark me as eccentric, which is somewhat misleading. I am extremely eccentric.

Perhaps I have not mentioned a UDO (Ugly Doll Object), to cite some information about me that could be considered very odd. Well, to remedy that, here’s a picture of Guido – a bat who is afraid of the dark and who hangs around the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse.

And here is our newest drop-in, whose official UD designation is Gorgeous, but answers to Lucy Mae and likes to keep things orderly.

But wait, I think I did write about Trunko and Babo, so let me check the archives:

Well, yes, HERE. Oh,and here’s Guido actually documented in March, along with some other friends.