Lots of Good Wishes!

A non-specific bout of upper respiratory distress has affected both my wife and myself.  The timing could not be worse.  A long journey lies ahead.

I suspect it has a lot to do with extreme changes in weather.  Warm one day and cold the next.  The body hasn’t had a chance to adjust.  I’ve heard spring peepers the last two mornings.

Most people wouldn’t complain about it being 75 at nine on a December morning.  Two-hundred fifty miles north of here, it’s thirty-something degrees.  Icy Upper Midwest winter weather has already delayed the trip.

By the time I return, Christmas will be over for 2016.  Hopefully all will be well by that time.

To everyone that follows my miscellaneous ramblings, have a Merry Christmas–a safe and happy Holiday Season!

 

“Merry Christmas from Charles Claus, the Christmas heron”–image, http://wwwlynnjordanphotography.com/

If I’m Lying, I’m Dying (Stop Me If You’ve Heard–Or Don’t Like Really Long Titles)

There’s comfort in the familiar.  On every trip “home” for the Holidays, GPS insists on routing through Mississippi, Tennessee, then Kentucky.  I ignore it for the first part of the journey–it’s been a tradition for several decades.

Four hours to Birmingham, two more hours to Nashville, then another five hours.  Rest stops, unforeseen traffic delays, add another hour or more.

Why, now, have rush-hour delays in Birmingham and Nashville become unacceptable?  Except, for the first 45 miles, it’s all interstate highway.  Google maps promised to cut an hour off the trip. The prospect of new routing at 4 am departure time is less than thrilling.

Leftovers from Thanksgiving: Why did three major St. Louis Metro grocery chains not carry my favorite orange juice with pulp?  Yes, I like my orange juice lumpy and pulpy.  Different strokes.

The same three major chains did not carry “Grands” frozen biscuits–the pre-formed, patted out kind, unlike the ones in a tin.  They taste better, have a more flaky texture–almost like the ones grandma made from scratch.  Maybe I’ll take my own OJ and biscuits with me next time?  That’ll show ’em.

Jonathan Livingston Seashell

How much is that froggy on the window?  Searching for frogs, toads, and lizards is my two dogs regular evening ritual.  If one of them finds something, the other one is right there.

It’s the celebration of the long Labor Day weekend.  I hope most of you are lucky enough to commune with Jonathan Livingston Seashell, and others like him, on the beach this holiday.

I’m sure some of you know the anxiety that can come with blogging.  One day loving it, the next day considering how to give your blog a proper send-off and burial.  Not getting upset about it, feels so much better.

Weekend, holiday revelers are beginning to congregate.  Got to run for some takeout–a regular Friday thing.

 

–Image, http://www.frankabbottphotography.com/

Family Tragedies

Is it appropriate to write when your family suffered a tragedy on New Years Day?

My three year old, great-nephew, was killed in a tragic accident.  At first, it was difficult to even talk about it.

I have not felt like writing.  Dormant thoughts, surfaced, once again–back to December 1990, when our infant grandson passed away.

Why did family tragedies seem to visit over the Holidays?

At breakfast, a dark-haired, ten-year old boy at the next table, reminded me of what my great-nephew would have been.  It wasn’t right to think that way.

It wasn’t fair–it helped to pray.  There’s been a tremendous outpouring of love and support in the past few days.