Random pine trees in my back yard
on Christmas morning. Some of them are nearly
100 feet tall.
I'm not exactly sure if it is Christmas. It's too quiet, too isolated, too removed from the frenzy of society. And it's too mild. Where's the snow? Where's the ice? There are pine trees and deer in my back yard. Yet, the weather is so agreeable that tiny birds are fluttering gracefully through the foliage as if they've escaped from a scene in an old Disney animated movie.
I love being in this newly-found wilderness. I'm enthralled with my mountaintop environment - - but I was expecting snow on Christmas. Am I asking for too much?
You're talking too much, Jon, as usual. But we're used to it.
My cat Scruffy at the window
wondering where Santa Claus is.
After the bank ordeal, I went grocery shopping (another ordeal). Then I stopped to see my cousin Nancy. A pleasant visit. We had coffee and talked about old times. All the wild adventures we used to have.
By the time I left for home, the temperature dropped and freezing rain began to fall. The narrow mountain road was slick and more harrowing than usual. Why the hell did I sell my pickup truck in Texas? Actually, I need a couple of pack mules and an Indian guide.
And if anyone tells me that it's now properly called a "Native American Guide" I'm gonna bitch-slap you with my muddy boots.
The woods in my back yard.
Frosty and misty on Christmas Eve.
I'm living in an empty house with three cats and a creepy recliner chair left by the previous owners. It's not exactly Rodeo Drive.
I bought a small TV table to house my laptop and I have one metal folding chair.....which hurts my ass so much that I had to put a pillow on it.
All in all it's not too bad. I'm a masochist. I'm used to roughing it. I stocked up on groceries. I don't plan to venture out to town again until next week.
One minor problem - - I bought a lot of canned goods. It wasn't until I got home that I realized I don't have a can opener. Last night I opened a can of evaporated milk with a screw driver.
Kitchen utensils? I have one small pan, two cups, one plate. My enormous stock of kitchen things are still in storage. Laughing at me.
Prelude to my Christmas dinner:
A plate, a tea mug, two candles
and a tiny Xmas tree. I have the tree on the
countertop so the cats don't devour it.
But I'll get used to it. I'm easily adaptable and extremely congenial. Just ask the boys in the band.
Jon, that was crass and completely uncalled for.
Yea, but, as we used to say in journalism - it makes good copy.
So how did I completely stray away from the subject of Christmas Day? My mind trends to wander and I have no control over it. Unless I get a leash.
Hope your Christmas Day was pleasant - - and if it wasn't, I hope you recover from it soon.