Friday, December 21st, 2012
even the cold winter rain, the grey clouds obliterating the sky. Even the snow was welcome, the big flakes hitting my face and shorn head made me smile.
What I can’t abide is the bloody, bloody wind.
Harve Presnell was in a bunch of stuff, but he never beat that role, in my book.
Maybe a quarter of an inch, at most. Nothing to speak of. Roads wet and icy.
Probably means Mr B got a foot.
I got a nice extra envelope at work yesterday that allowed me to do a few things for the Ogwife and Oglet I usually cannot do; our Christmases are- as they have always been- focused on the daughter. The gifting part of Christmas, to me, is about children. The wife and I have been in the habit of wrapping up toiletries and occasionally things we already own to make it seem like we’re making out like bandits, and the Daughter has never noticed. Today I set up the wife’s present and I could not be more excited to give it to her.
Our Christmas experience has always been a spiritual one and not materialistic; still, to be able to do something nice for the people I love is extremely exciting to me.