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| So This is Walking! |
Somehow we find ourselves surrounded
by December already, how the hell did that happen so quickly? The upside if of
course the approach of my favorite time of year – Christmas. I’m an unabashed
lover of the holiday season and can honestly say I’ve enjoyed every single Christmas
I’ve been lucky enough to partake of. Well except for the whole 1994 one where
I was peacekeeping in the Middle East. Every other one I’ve been surrounded by
family which is the defining aspect of the day.
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| She Loves her Grandfathers - Here with the West Coast Edition |
Thanksgiving is about the extended
family but Christmas is about close family. I consider my lifelong friends that
have become part of our holiday tradition as members of that family. Work is
going to keep me busy enough that I don’t get totally distracted in the
upcoming weeks and online shopping will keep me out of shopping malls. That
eliminated the one downside of the season – I hate shopping I stores with a
white hot passion. I am going to have to enter a store this year to get
something for the Favorite Panamanian but I was going there anyways to buy a
movie so it doesn’t qualify as Christmas shopping.
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| This Game is Exhausting |
The political leadership showed up at First
Friday last night which was a welcome development, hopefully healing some of the
wounds of the Excellent Boss’ departure. Speaking of that august personage he’s
finally emerged from his post-employment funk and I’m taking a couple co-workers
with me next week to take him out to dinner.
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| In teh Ball Tent |
The First Blog Reader was in high form
again last night as she entertained me while awaiting the return of her
grandmother from, what else, shopping. My wife does not share my aversion to Christmas
shopping. The California contingent’s journey east to join us at the Favorite
Son’s house for a new Christmas tradition is what I’m most excited about. It
just can’t here fast enough and then I’ll complain that it happened too fast.
Now I’m just waiting for the smell of Christmas cookies to commence. There goes
the waistline, again.
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