Saturday, December 24, 2011

A Star

Merry Christmas to all.

Monday, December 12, 2011

The Short List

Saturday, my son & his fiancĂ© invited the Mrs. & me to attend a “Christmas party” at their house.

I had some sneaking suspicions, as the anniversary of my annual orbit occurs this week, and it’s one of the ones that end in “0”; the 1911 was 40 the year I was born.

Sure enough, when we entered, there were family & friends there, all hollering SURPRISE at me.
You really shouldn’t holler like that at an old guy.


After being immediately outfitted with a mug of beer the size of lake Winnipesaukee, I mingled with the company.

The attendees were the people on my “short list” of friends; you know, the good ones, the ones you can count on when things are bad, the ones you prefer to hang with over all others.

To my complete amazement, every one on MY short list was present.
Logic would indicate that these very same people have ME on their short list.
That is humbling, indeed.


As one grows older, the short list shortens, as folks come & go. Some are there for life, but you never know which ones that will be, until they are time tested.
I have friends, now, that have been so for so many years, that unless I really piss them off, I believe they will remain so, for the rest of my life.

Thank you, family & friends; the gifts were terrific, the camaraderie just plain fun, but the very best gift from you all was your gift of self, to mark our friendship on the occasion of my birthday.

Friday, December 9, 2011

The Right Idea

When it's 30 something outside, the Couger has a good plan:

I wish I was that smart.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

For Borepatch, et al.

We were at the bastion of political discourse yesterday (aka, the dump), doing the unloading thing, when I noted a pickup with transfer lettering across the back window.

As I was in agreement with the sentiment displayed, I inquired with one of the friendly dump guys (not all are, BTW) as to the owner of said vehicle. He said it was his, so I shook his hand & gave him a “well done”.

A few minutes later, he strolls over & presents me with the very same transfer for application to my truck, which I immediately applied, after appropriate observations of appreciation for his gift.

The message emblazoned thereon immediately brought my buddy Borepatch to mind:

Vote 'em all out

It pays to be nice to the dump guys.

Also, now I have to remove Bruce's sticker, he's an incumbent...