May the Grinch learn your address in time to do his dirty work.
Little grinchlets, sroogeisms, noelterrorists, all have conspired to bring this season down. But, ya know what? They couldn't do it. They will not make me negative, no matter what. Christmas is an ideal to be striving for, all the year 'round. December 25th is a day to refocus, but not the end-all for the season.
In 30 minutes it will be Christmas in Tomball. Y'all have a merry time, 'y hear?
We had the annual get together among my wife's relatives. Mostly stood out in the cold with two son in laws and a nephew, listening to them argue if Jimi Hendrix is the greatest. The grandkids had a great time, and that made it worth it.
Edgar--
Every family has traditions.
Last night my daughter-in-law did the driving and I saw the holiday lights for the first time in many years.
We just came from my younger daughter's home. We exchanged gifts and visited a bit. We were to have driven to my older daughter's home for dinner, but it's looking like we don't feel up to it and will stay at home. I feel tired and need to rest up for the rest of the week.
Edgar--
Are you just tired from the hectic holidays or are you being old fashioned and sickening for something?
I feel tired and want to rest more than normal. Tomorrow marks a very busy work schedule. Aside from my regular duties, I will have to assist my regular helper in getting to work on constructing a new wooden fence. A physical experience at any age.
Edgar--
The day is approaching when you'll be a sidewalk superintendent instead of a hands-on miracle man.
Meanwhile, do what you must do to survive.
Hold your dominion.
I am currently at work on an action tale, tailored for the movies. Maybe I can make the big time with this one, Noddy. Then, it will be time to slack up on the maintenance man lifestyle.
Edgar--
I'll keep my fingers crossed.
Can you write in a bit part for your gardening terrorist?
Not likely, as it happens in England. (The protagonists are all Yanks, so I don't need to be an expert on the brits).
Edgar--
Talk to Lord Ellpus. One out of every ten Englishwomen is a demented gardner.
The Gardening Terrorist actually came from a well to do background, her father being a doctor, and her siblings were all successes. She at one time wanted to be a history professor.
She'd fit right in a cottage garden in Merry Old England.
Yes, I could name her Hyacinth; no, Penelope.
Penelope, by all means. Then one of your villains can be the elusive Ulysses who works for a petro-chemical company.
Actually, the cast of characters is short. No room for extraneous HUMANS.
Edgar--
Ah, well. For your second, fantastically successful pot boiler.....
They say, "Write what you know." I don't know the English well enough to be convincing.
