The Party Getting Started with our New Friends |
We purposely kept it small and invited only neighbors
and because of the late decisions only three other couples were free to attend. It turned out to be one of the finest
evenings of the year precisely because it was so small. We met for the first time the neighbors from
two houses away who moved in two years ago.
It turns out they are movie nuts
also – do you think we got along?
It was a real Christmas spirit sharing
spirits with neighbors. Each couple also
brought their kids and even though they ranged in ages from 2 to 17 they all
fit into the crowd seamlessly and it was just a fantastic night. My wife cooked up a huge ham. I helped by slicing my thumb deeply while
carving. Everybody else brought a dish
and, as stated above, we enjoyed just a great time together. Buddy spent a good hour and a half out on the deck after the party just destroying the ham bone.
Since there were young kids attending Buddy
was sentenced to his cage, something he didn’t take well. The two young kids from next door idolize
Buddy so I decided to let him up to say goodbye when they were leaving. I opened his cage planning on grabbing his
collar and escorting him upstairs. Buddy
had other ideas and quickly dodged around me heading upstairs to meet all these
new people and properly greet them. To
prevent this possibly dangerous confrontation I “flashed” my leg out to the
side to block him. While I did succeed
in blocking him I also kicked over one of my wife’s favorite plant stands.
Of course it was made of glass and of course
it was on a cement floor. My wife did
not see the humor in all of this. I’ve
got to see if I can find one of these before Christmas. Even this could put a damper on what turned
out to be a surprisingly fun evening. I wrote
yesterday that this is exactly the type of therapy we all need while dealing
with the Newtown tragedy.
A final note on that disaster; I really hope the
town officials decide to throw out all of the news teams. At a time when a community is trying to deal
with an unimaginable horror and return to some semblance of normality they have
dozens of TV news teams roaming the streets trying to beat each other to the most
emotional response. They should be
ashamed of themselves. I turned off the “news”
today when they added music to their reporting.
Shame.
Next Door Neighbors with Buddy Idolizers |
Buddy Dealing with the Ham Bone |
My Wife's Former Plant Stand |
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