Love This Time of Year

I love this time of year, the days between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Everyone seems happy; people greet each other, kind of like the old days, so many people smiling and lots of people spending money on others. Wish it could last all year—but not the cold.

If this all sounds a bit sentimental, I’m and old guy and we old guys get sentimental this time of year. Well I’m off to by some presents for my grandkids.

Pearl Harbor Day

We should all remember this day in history. December 7, 1941.
My wife and I visited Pearl Harbor three years ago and it was one of the greatest experiences of my life. Every American should be lucky enough to some day visit.
When I was in college I had a history professor who told us that when he was a kid he thought he would never watch a parade without old men proudly walking by in their Union and Confederate uniforms. When I was a kid I watched so many old solders marching in their World War One and World War Two uniforms waving to us kids. I hope that there’re not all gone before all of us remember to say thanks. And not just to them but to all who served and are serving now.

Snow

Tomorrow is December; Christmas is just around the corner. We got 20 inches of snow this month and November is usually not a big snow month. Looks like we will have a very nice white Christmas this year.
I am in the process of inventing some kind of new snow blower one that will blow the snow back in the street after the city pushes it into my driveway every few hours.

HAPPY tHANKSGIVING

Thanksgiving was created to give thanks. After saying grace -thanks for the food- most of us forget about what we are thankful for.

Maybe it's about time we started spreading our thanks out a little more.

This is and old joke but since I am old and a long time school teacher I still like to tell it –every Thanksgiving

Asked to write a composition entitled, "What I'm thankful for on Thanksgiving," a student wrote, "I am thankful that I'm not a turkey."

Funny

Wyoming weather

Wow, no joke, temps in the 30s last night and 86 today--wonderful.

The Old Stomping Grounds

Took two weeks to travel through parts of Colorado, New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, Louisiana, Arkansas, Missouri, Kansas, Nebraska and at last back home again in Wyoming and cool weather. My wife grew up in Texas and Oklahoma so we saw a bunch of her old stomping grounds. (Not sure the next generation will say stomping grounds but I still like the way it sounds. Great time but it is always great to be back home no matter where your stomping grounds are.
-N-

And I Didn't Have to Make This Up!

Strange things are about. We left our back sliding door open a few inches to let air circulate through the house last night. It’s finally warm here. Our back yard is fenced and gated and we thought impenetrable to intruders and large puppies, but we found out differently. We were awakened in the middle of the night, okay it was five AM but it was Saturday and we like to sleep in on Saturday. A large black dog (we do not own one or know anyone with one) was drinking noisily from the toilet. (YUM) He was scared and only too happy to be led outside. I opened the back gate and he was off. Within a minute he was around to our back yard again trying to jump through the opening in our fence where our garbage cans set. I moved the cans a little closer together and he could not or would not jump in again. He made some rather deep tracks through my raised bed garden but no other damage. Looked like a very young, maybe only a few months, Newfoundland Retriever. Sure was a good looking pup, someone must have paid a bunch for him.