I hadn’t seen my redheads since last Wednesday. I could have sworn they both grew two inches. I’m going to bitch about the time change for the last time…. It was dark forty five minutes after I picked them up.
When I first moved to Riverside, Hazel just turned four. Fritz was eight and George was eleven. From the minute the kids arrived until that painful moment I had to drop them off…. Hazel clung to my every move.
It drove me crazy when she was demanding all of my attention. Now it drives me crazy that she doesn’t.
The leaves aren’t pretty anymore. The beautiful autumn colors are giving way to the grayness of late fall. Football seasons are coming to a climax and frozen turkeys are invading the grocery store.
These next eight weeks can either be glorious or they can be stressful.
I’m going with the former option this year. I’m going to play it by ear and see what the holiday season brings.
The holiday season begins tonight when I meet a group of buddies at the famous Golden Steer. I will look back on today when I’m putting my Christmas tree away on January 3rd and feel great accomplishment and joy. I will already reminisce on the incredible holidays of 2023.
These next eight weeks are going to be great. I’ve declared that I will make them festive and merry. They will be filled with all the traditions and rituals that make the Holidays special.
I might even buy Betty the Green Blazer one of those Rudolph noses for her front grill.
I’m going to score a touchdowns or a try this year. Depending if I play in a TurkeyBowl or Rugby Thanksgiving Cup.
I’m going to mix up the ingredients in the JumboNogs when I decorate my Christmas tree this year.
….and I’m going to buy a menorah and candles for Hanukkah!
I’m celebrating the next eight weeks like It’s the last holiday season I have. Because you just never know.
I put the smile on the sun this morning. So we have that going for us today.
Always remember to be kind and rewind.
