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The stockings were hung….
..by the chimney with care, knowing that Rachel was straightening her hair. Between bouts of decorating, of course.
The girls and I got Thanksgiving turkeys put away and Christmas decorations put up today, not a small feet – er feat – with my swollen toes and Keith’s throbbing knee. Keith has largely hibernated in the bedroom with a remote control and pain pills, bellowing for the occassional slice of pie or water bottle. We celebrated the last garland swirled with a traditional viewing of “Waiting for Santa,” ala Barney, the magical dinosaur who dominated all of their toddler years. Goofiness prevailed. Sometime very soon, our whole family will watch National Lampoon’s “Christmas Vacation,” and that viewing offically starts our season. What can I say, Audrey, it’s the holidays, we’re all in misery.
Is the “L” she’s fingering for “loser” or for “Lois?” Several of the candy canes in Hannah’s
Hmmm?? package were “broken” and required
immediate consumption….imagine that….
Just because I’m paranoid….
…doesn’t mean they’re not out to get me. Check out wet-headed Rachel’s choice of reading material this evening.
When the girls were younger, I swear every Polly Pocket session started off with, “Let’s pretend the mother is dead.” Deep sigh.
I’m thinking I’m watching my back tomorrow. You do the same, and have a safe and happy Thanksgiving.
Three little fishies in the iddy biddy poo?
No, no koi. No fishies yet. Just a 6’5″ bearded man with his knee stitched and braced sitting at the bottom of what Jed Clampett would accurately describe as the “cement pond.” Rachel and Lois have acted as Keith’s legs today – fetching, carrying, retrieving. Don’t ask me how he got down there. I didn’t see, and I don’t want to know.
His scr*wdriver is affixed to what I believe to be a “drain hole.” The bricked semi-circle in the background is, I believe, a “bog.” I believe the sides and bottom of the pond will soon be sprayed with some type of plastic. Beliefs – they are good things to have.
My job is – as always – to bring ice water.
Please stay tuned to this blog for further developments in the continuing saga of “A Man and His Pond.”
