HAPPY NEW YEAR

 

From the Palais des Papes!

I have decided to get myself more organized.

 

To said affect, I am dividing my days into 7 stages:

• 1.       Sleep
• 2.       Lying in bed before getting up
• 3.       Things that need to be done to make myself presentable
• 4.       Daily Chores
• 5.       Cocktail Hour (My definition of time is not regulated by any clock.)
• 6.       Getting ready for bed
• 7.       Sleep

I have been creating list of things I have to do to go on to the next stage of the day.

Of course, “Sleep” was a no brainer. I just needed to wake. Then there was some heated debate about the definition of “wake”. Frankly, it got ugly. The whole topic was shelved. 

So, then I went on to “Lying in bed before getting up”. I decided to create a checklist of goals that need to be met (with exception for fire, flood, you know; that disaster movie type of crap) before I split the sheets. Mental exercises, limb checkings, eye focusings, digit countings. That kind of stuff. I am now up to 47 goals that need to be met. 

I did some data mining and extrapolating and checking all exponential factors. According to my most recent calculation, it is estimated that it will be Mid-February before I am allowed out of bed, other than for potty breaks. 

So, I will think about “Things that need to be done to make myself presentable” later. Much later.

A new year is a coming!

 I, as is my annual tradition will be celebrating the new year at the Palais des Papes in Avignon, France. I mean, I will be celebrating the new year at 3PM PST and using my imagination. It’s damn near all I have left. 

Join me if you wish!

Happy Boxing Day!

Just try not to get blood one the new white carpet!

 

No matter how you say it:

Hyvää joulua; Frohe Weinachten; Gëzuar Khrishtlindjet; Egubarri on; Bon natale; Veselé Vánoce; Sretan Božić; Glӕdelig jul; Vrolijk Kerstfeest; häid joule; Maligayang Pasko; Noflike krystdagen; Bo Nadal; κaλά Xρίστoύγννα; Jwaye Nwel; Mele Kalikimaka; Zoo siab heev Christmas; boldog Karácsonyt; Gleẟileg jól; Selamet natal; Joyeux noël; Nollaig Shona; Buon Natale; შოშᲐᲡ ᲒილოცᲐვთ; Kirîstmas piroz be; Priecīgus Ziemassvēkus; щасӆивого Рiздва; Весела Коледа; veselé Vionoce; Feliz navidad;  god Jul: Crăcium ferecit; Schéi Chrëschtdeeg; Wesołych Świąt; linksmų Kalèdų; Feliz Natal: Bon Nadal; il-Milied it-tajjeb;

Have an amazing holiday!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

The HBird Bar and Grill:

It’s just a seedy dive on the wrong side of the tracks; rife with drugs and prostitution and pornography and heavy drinking. You just know that on any given night a brawl will break out and furniture will be broken. Not the type of place where you would bring your mother.

But the HBird does have a loyal clientele. Fiercely loyal. I spoke to two of them. The first requested anonymity, so I will call him “Paul”.

 

“Paul’s” wife thinks he mining the Honeysuckle’s for a needed paycheck. But instead, he is down at the HBird sucking down some sleazy sugar water. “Paul” says he desperately needs relief from the drudgery of daily life, and he finds it a the HBird.

That’s cool “Paul”.

The second patron is Joey.

 

Joey doesn’t give a damn who knows he is here. As he says, he ain’t got no friggin ball and chain holding him down.

He loves the HBird. “There is always some fun goin’ down. Sometimes a crap table appears. Other times it the poker game in a smoky room out back.” He always packs an ace up his sleeve.

As to the frequent fights Joey admits to instigating a few of them, but hey it’s what makes the joint memorable.

See you there soon!

Happy Winter Solstice!!!

 I've been researching customs associated with shortest day of the year.

It seems you can do whatever floats your boat.

Celebrate well!

C'est fini

 

The shower is done. They say I may be able to use it in a day or so.

Cactus Pete has the spirit!

Nothing screams "Happy Holidays" like a cactus with ornaments!

Finally, my bathroom is finished

 

My shower was old and dated. It screamed 1969 or 1965, hard to be sure.

But I hired one of those one day renovation companies.

I got a fresh new look.

It is a new avant-garde look. I tell you, my design is cutting edge. I expect copycats left and right.

So. Dakota St. 42, Holy Cross 21

 I'm sure that just like me, you have all been celebrating the Jackrabbit's victory over Holy Cross. (Dancing in the street is not recommended for people who live on major thoroughfares.)

Jack's are in semis: only Montana St. stands in their way to the national championship game!

GO JACKS!

The first signs of Christmas:

Technically, Karla hasn’t approved of the St. Bernard hanging over the TV, but not to worry, he is of the dry-mouth variety of Saints.

Yes, we have our tree. Don’t you just love how we chose to decorate it!!! It just gets me into the spirit of Christmas.

And, of course we have Poinsettias. Sadly, almost immediately after they came home something was easting on them. So, I sprayed them with an oil that is supposed to suppress all sort of stuff. I have quarantined the live Poinsettias to a remote gulag on the back porch. 

HO HO HO!!!