Looking out the front window here in Cheyenne on this Christmas Eve, we witness Mother Nature’s sense of humor: what a cinematographer would call white fading to brown.
AARP Magazine this month has an article titled “24 Hours to a Longer Life.” One tip says Have Sex, Live Longer. The Keeper says she would rather not.
In true hard news style, the intrepid reporter from our local news station, decked out in Jingle Bells, headed for the local mall to interview last minute Christmas shoppers on 12/22 (it was last minute somewhere.) The interviewer found a non-threatening subject in a four year old child and asked how her day was going. She said she and Mommy had gotten lost in the mall. It takes a special talent to get lost in Cheyenne’s mall.
This morning, The Keeper took me to the mall (probably hoping I would get lost.) After dropping Oscar the buddy off for a clip ‘n clean, we dropped into the buffet. As The Keeper nibbled away at a large pancake topped with something imitating cherries jubilee, I was thoughtful enough to remind her of her caloric intake. She suggested I eat quietly or she would be roasting my chestnuts when we got home. Geez! Just trying to help.
In Sears tool department I found a “NON FATIGUE FLOOR MAT.” I whined. We bought it. At home, I installed it on the floor in front of the TV and lay down and promptly fell asleep. The mat is going back!
Sign in mall (pointedly pointed out by The Keeper:) “I took a pain killer. Why are you still here?”
I don’t know about this whole Christmas thing. Seems like the spirit is lacking. While in the mall, I established myself in (what passes for) the atrium- a planter beneath a skylight-- and hollered out a jolly “HO, HO, HO!” Next thing I know, the cops are there wanting to haul me away in for soliciting.
I’m home now, where, by mutual agreement, I will stay for another year and The Keeper has commanded a Silent Night.
Feliz Navidad, prospero Ano y Felicidad. Happy Holidays to all and to all a good night.
AARP Magazine this month has an article titled “24 Hours to a Longer Life.” One tip says Have Sex, Live Longer. The Keeper says she would rather not.
In true hard news style, the intrepid reporter from our local news station, decked out in Jingle Bells, headed for the local mall to interview last minute Christmas shoppers on 12/22 (it was last minute somewhere.) The interviewer found a non-threatening subject in a four year old child and asked how her day was going. She said she and Mommy had gotten lost in the mall. It takes a special talent to get lost in Cheyenne’s mall.
This morning, The Keeper took me to the mall (probably hoping I would get lost.) After dropping Oscar the buddy off for a clip ‘n clean, we dropped into the buffet. As The Keeper nibbled away at a large pancake topped with something imitating cherries jubilee, I was thoughtful enough to remind her of her caloric intake. She suggested I eat quietly or she would be roasting my chestnuts when we got home. Geez! Just trying to help.
In Sears tool department I found a “NON FATIGUE FLOOR MAT.” I whined. We bought it. At home, I installed it on the floor in front of the TV and lay down and promptly fell asleep. The mat is going back!
Sign in mall (pointedly pointed out by The Keeper:) “I took a pain killer. Why are you still here?”
I don’t know about this whole Christmas thing. Seems like the spirit is lacking. While in the mall, I established myself in (what passes for) the atrium- a planter beneath a skylight-- and hollered out a jolly “HO, HO, HO!” Next thing I know, the cops are there wanting to haul me away in for soliciting.
I’m home now, where, by mutual agreement, I will stay for another year and The Keeper has commanded a Silent Night.
Feliz Navidad, prospero Ano y Felicidad. Happy Holidays to all and to all a good night.