We had some persistent April showers
all day yesterday which is only problematic when you consider rumor has it that
we’re in the middle of December. I mean the cherry blossoms are blooming in
Washington! This is either El Nino or some sort of cosmic balancing for the pain
of last winter. I’m thinking we can forget the hope for a white Christmas which
certainly lost its luster after last year’s snowmegeddon. The white stuff just
doesn’t have the romantic allure it once possessed. I blame the driveway from
hell for this seismic shift in my relationship with weather.
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Yesterday's Production of Spritz |
We’re into day two of the Christmas cookie
production effort which put any thought of rain induced depression firmly out
of mind. My wife has established a Buddy-free zone in the kitchen during the
baking process. For some reason she objects to the odd black hair in her cookie
batter (it’s all protein!). Buddy hasn’t taken his exclusion form what he considers
“the magic room” well; especially since my wife was at work there – usual a
target rich environment. He did score a raw peanut butter blossom dropped outside
the quarantine zone. At least he has his ridiculous scarf to console himself
with. He was up early this morning scouring the floor for dropped crumbs and
the odd spilled bacon fat container (that latter would be my contribution).
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Wingman and Family In California Representing |
The cookies are thankfully headed for
deep freeze until Christmas time. If this precautionary step wasn’t taken I
stood a good chance of breaking the 300 pound barrier in body weight and there
wouldn’t be any cookies left for the actual holiday. It’s how I roll.
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Two Beautiful Ladies! |
Excitement is starting to crest for the
upcoming Star Wars movie, due out on Friday. I know Wingman is having some serious
pre-combat stress out in California, balancing his need to see this at the
earliest opportunity and the whole new father effort. I’m much calmer back
here, I just spent five minutes with the projected movie schedule trying to
figure out if I can sneak away from work to catch a matinee ahead of seeing it
next week with the Favorite Panamanian. I remember walking out of the theater
back in 1977 with my then future ex-fiancé and saying, “well they’re certainly
set up for sequels.” I think it’s unfair that we’ve had to wait nearly forty
years to find out what happened after the Return of the Jedi.
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She Seems to Have a Lot of Pleasant Dreams |
On a certainly more esoteric level the
company’s lawyers took us out for a Christmas lunch which I guess should be described
as holiday lunch since they’re Jewish. The improved management-union relations
we’ve had over the past few years have cut seriously into the revenues their
firm used to get from us so I guess they just wanted to insure we remembered
who they was. We went to an upscale restaurant where I re-discovered the inverse
relationship between exclusivity and the size of the serving. I ordered a steak
and it came sliced into portions that would trouble an underfed field mouse; it
did look good though – from a distance. That only made the task of returning to
a house permeated with cookie baking smells much more of a challenge. I
quarantined myself from the magic room as much as possible.
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Out for a Walk With Mom |
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Some Late Night Wingman Requirements |
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