Solonor's Inkwell

Hello blog. I’m not ignoring you. Heavens no! You are the means by which I deliver my hypnotic chants to the universe. However, I am spending this week — this glorious, wondermous, fabulousitous vacation week — cranking out more annoying crap. So, um, bye.

p.s. That last one was purty good, weren’t it? Thanks, blog. You rawk!

Hope you all had an enjoyable Thanksgiving. Ours was particularly pleasant, having just the four of us around the table. Since our schedules are all over the place and I don’t get home until late, our evening meals are either eaten in a pizza place or sitting on the couch watching The Simpsons (or, in my case, in front of the computer). So, it was nice to be all traditional and stuff for a change.

Afterwards, we played Apples to Apples, the point of which is to find the best match for the topic on the table from a card in your hand. Of course, with this group of sarcastic snotheads, the term “best match” means “come up with the stupidest thing you can think of.” A good time was had by all.

Now, it’s time to gear up for Christmas. I can tell this, because I haven’t seen my spouse in the morning for the last two days. (Being in retail means never having to say you have the day after Thanksgiving off.) She had to be at the store at 6am Friday and is at work again today.

So, I guess it’s time to get into the Christmas spirit. Time to dig out the ole Bing Crosby records, put up the Christmas tree, and read “A Christmas Carol.” Which is why I’m going to dig out Mr. Hankey’s Christmas Classics, put up the Christmas tree (eventually), and read Christmas is Full of Crap. It’s not that I dislike Christmas (or Bing Crosby). I’m just not ready for it, yet.

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Yes, my daughter is a geek. Why do you ask?

(Hint: It’s not too late to buy Christmas cards… I’m just sayin’….)

Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful holiday. Since one brother got stuck in Philadelphia (he’s feeling much better now, thanks for the good wishes), and another in Georgia with vehicle problems, we’re going to be on our own for the first time since 1996 or so. It’s kinda nice not to have a schedule to keep. We can halt all the cleaning, don’t have to get dressed, can just sit around and watch parades all morning and eat turkey all afternoon. There is more to be thankful for, but that’s a nice start.