And some updates on the Natty (National Championship) celebration.

Perhaps the best start is to quote (okay, paraphrase) a conversation Richard and I had:

Mac: There is so much to do before the big day. I don’t know how we will get it done.

Richard: Don’t get overwrought. We’ll just do our normal minimal decoration. We’ll put up the tree the weekend before Christmas. A bough here and there and all will be…

Mac: What the hell does a tree or boughs have to do with Oregon being in the national championship? We’ve got walls to paint green and yellow, crèpe paper to hang, dogs and cats to color. Oh, I did you remember to check on porcelain paint so we can make the bathroom accessories match?

Richard: Mac, we will have a Christmas tree, we will do our normal greenery through the house. We will not paint any walls green or yellow. We will not dye the dogs. And I will never, ever check on lemon and lime porcelain paint.

Mac: You heathen, you heretic. If we don’t do all I say and the unspeakable happens, who do you think I will blame?

Richard: Mac, you’re going over the top. Don’t make me call the local insane asylum.

Mac: They would be on my side.

Richard: Damn, you have a point.

There are still some impasses to get over.