A Christmas Shining
I sit, as people who sit do, plans of watching a football
game, on a Sunday; as people who watch football on Sundays do. The mind drifts
to another dimension, should I do it and waste another three hours? “Da
Bears”, I consume oxygen in the same cubic of space as my son Mike, we
take notice of the frigid temperature of the
Jump back to the beginning of this day:
We complete a Sunday morning breakfast, a rarity in the household, not the breakfast, not the eggs, cheese, hash browns, bacon, and coffee, but that the four of us are together, awake on a Sunday Morning. Is it the excitement of the holiday? The wonderful smell of the simmering food drifting to and fro? The anticipation of jolly old Saint Nick, just three short days away? No, no and no. It is the anticipation of the Christmas classic - Balls of Fury with Christopher Walken. Nothing brings a family together like underground ping pong tournaments. Well I do not want to give the story line away for it may be your very next movie adventure.
Back to now.
Ken walks through the previous proclaimed viewing space, taking laundry to the laundry room as people do when taking laundry to the laundry room. He being Ken takes notice of the poor weather conditions on the lake front and then asks if we should open the windows due to the warm temps we must tolerate. Being that it is to warm in here the door opens with the sound of glee that there is nothing to shovel. But realizing that not all are participating in such descriptions we will turn back, alter if you will the focus. I do not care what anyone says Favre is said like it sounds, since when does the r sound come first if it is clearly after the v? - Peterson scores answering the packers attempt and we have a game.
Back to our regularly scheduled writing
Bears just intercepted - what a pleasant turn of
events. It is that unusual time
when breakfast is passing and snacking has not yet begun. Da
Bears! Well 1st and goal
and last time we were there they stopped us up the middle so let’s run it
up the middle, but wait, a pass to the tight end, touchdown
The flipside of that contemplation which has no correct side to begin with
Well I have turned away from that writing of original direction, and morphed into a couple hours with the Karder West on a Sunday morn. But be it as it may, it is what it is, reality plays a big part in trying to avoid reality, which reminds me I need to marinate the ribs I have slow cooking.
A Christmas Shining
I truly wish yall’ a blessed Christmas and quality blood pressure, which is why I began this shining – bring to light if you will, the ramblings of an individual whom understands, realizes, comprehends, that Christmas is upon us and apart we are.
As Kermit the frog put so well ‘life is a journey of meetings and partings’. It applies to my many passing of emotions - we watched Muppet Christmas Carol recently and it is cool. Not as cool as socks but cool never the less.