I want to make a post tonight but me and the dog have been drinking.
Let me just say this. I’ve met a lot of people over the years and made a lot of friends. Tonight, I’ve received a few emails from some friends through my contact link on this page, that I haven’t heard from in a long time, and it honestly warmed my heart.
I had no idea that they’d even known about this place.
More to come tomorrow but for tonight, be safe and have a happy and prosperous new year.
Christmas for a single adult with no kids is pretty much a non-event. I woke up, got a shower and drove to my mother’s house around noon. My two brothers were already there. I exchanged gifts with my Mom and she had a slammin Christmas dinner in the works. There was roast pork and roast beef, mashed potatos and gravy, and broccoli with melted cheese. Nummy!
As we all get older and live our own lives it’s seems harder to make the time to spend with each other. We all have our own careers, houses to maintain, lawns to mow, and so forth. Now that I’m getting older I find that I enjoy the time I get to spend with my family a lot more. I should make more time to spend. They should make more time to spend too. Problem is, everyone has different interests. I’m into sailing and no one else is. Dad is into car shows, but no one else is. My brother is into gun and knife shows but no one else is……. and the list goes on.
Every year for the past 15 or 20 years, Christmas Eve is spent at my Dad’s house, beginning at 6:00 PM. Visiting Dad’s house for Chrismas Eve is kind of bittersweet. It’s great to get together with my brothers, my nephew, my grandmother, and Dad and his wife, but it’s seldom that we make it an entire evening without receiving one of Dad’s bitter sarcastic remarks or biting insults, and this year was no exception.
All in all it was a success. We had some snack food, socialized with some drinks, exchanged gifts, and enjoyed seeing each other and catching up with each other on our live’s recent happenings.
Another one goes in the books.
I live in a small rural town, Thompsontown, PA. It’s nice to go to the local diner and everyone knows your name. It’s nice to know everyone at the local grocery and hardware store. Everyone in the town is almost like an extended family. There is little or no crime rate. People are nice.
One of the best parts about living in a small rural town is the customer service you get. If you are struggling for any reason, like perhaps you sprained an ankle. At the grocery store, the bagger will follow you to your car while carrying your purchases and load your groceries for you without even asking.
There’s a car dealer in town that services pretty much the entire county. Regester Chevrolet. They know me by name there. They know me from the diner and other shops around town and I bought my truck there. I dropped it off the other day for state inspection, tire rotation and a lube oil and filter. They politely gave me a loaner car to use for the day without question. I went and did some Christmas shopping and returned later that afternoon. The bill was only $44.74. Everyone was polite. The owner of the dealership happened to be in the garage when I picked up my truck and he personally thanked me for my business and asked me if I was happy with the service.
I honestly couldn’t be more pleased.
The last time I remember liking snow was when I was about 12 years old. It was on the farm where I grew up. Me and my oldest brother Mick got sent out to do the shoveling and clearing. I don’t remember the logistics of it, but Mick’s snow gear must have already been wet or somehow unavailable so he put on my mom’s brand new snow suit and out we went.
Well it doesn’t take two youngsters too long to start heaving snow balls and having fun. Next thing I knew Mick was laying in the driveway wiggling all around doing the “worm” and Mom was just livid and hollering at him because he was doing it in her brand new snow suit.
The louder she yelled the more we laughed.
That was a great memory but ever since then I think the snow has been a pain in my arse. Shoveling, plowing, clearing off the truck, busting the ice so the animals can drink. I hate everything about it.
It usually takes me 40 minutes to get home from work. Tonight it was an hour and a half.
I want it to be 75 degrees and windy so I can go sailing.
I’m 49 years old and I live in central Pennsylvaina. I’ve made a living in the IT industry over the last 15 years or so from a technical support technician to a senior manager of network operations and nearly every position in between.
I am an avid Linux enthusiast and in the fall and winter months, I can usually be found at my desk working on some kind of project that I dreamed up. In the spring and summer, I spend most of my free time boating and riding my motorcycle.
My idea of an almost perfect day is taking my dog and my boat out on the river and hanging out with my friends while my dog wears himself out swimming.
My idea of a perfect day, would be the same thing, only the location would be in the Caribbean somewhere in the Mayan Riviera.
