As promised yesterday, here’s reader number two, looking oddly demonic. Maybe he’s just crazy about legos. Or could it be that he IS a dino? You be the judge. Either way, we love him anyway.
Nothing interesting today. More tomorrow.
Here’s our highly-esteemed reader number one. Numero uno. El queso grande. El pelucon. Look for numero dos tomorrow. You too could be featured here. Become a loyal reader! Number Three! Operators are standing by. You have everything to lose and nothing to gain!
We went out on our traditional Christmas adventure tonight, looking at Christmas lights. Drove around a few nearby neighborhoods. Saw some really cool ones, a few funny ones, and a lot of medium ones. There’s quite a spectacular one right here in our neighborhood – alternating red and green lights outlining the entire house and every window in it, plus lots of other stuff out on the lawn. Cool in a delightfully tacky way. Or tacky in a delightfully cool way. Or delightful in a cool, tacky way. It’s one of those, anyway.
Only four more days before Paul and Melissa get here. I can’t wait! They won’t be with us for nearly long enough, but any visit is better than no visit at all. Maybe I could talk Paul or Melissa into being Numero Tres. The position is still open.
We decided to go to a museum in Allentown featuring Leonardo Da Vinci for our annual Christmas Eve adventure. It’s kind of a long drive, but we’re hoping for good things there. We’ve pretty much given up on going to outdoor museums in the middle of winter. I don’t know why. None of us has ever actually frozen to death. Sure, maybe we’ve come close a time or two, but freezing to death is not like hand grenades and horseshoes. Although I don’t think I’d discuss it with the Willie and Martin handcart people. Anyway, we’re afraid Paul and Melissa’s blood has thinned out sufficiently in Arizona that they might like to stay indoors.
Just heard “The Boys are Back,” by Thin Lizzie. It’s always been a favorite, for inexplicable reasons. I just like it:
The nights are getting warmer,
It won’t be long.
Won’t be long ’til summer comes,
Now that the boys are here again.
Check back with me on that in April. Hasta manana.
I took this picture at the Mercer Museum on Tuesday evening, while the barbershop chorus was singing Christmas songs. It was wonderful, and the Mercer is one of the coolest little museums I have ever seen. It’s a fascinating concrete building that looks like a castle, and it’s packed full of everyday tools from early America. It’s right in downtown Doylestown, across the street from the Michener Museum (not my favorite, but worth a visit on a free day) and around the corner from both the public library (worst service in America – I’ll have to write a few words about it one day soon) and the Scout shop (small but nice, and very friendly people). I highly recommend a visit to the Mercer Museum.
Got back from Denver late last night; I pulled into the driveway shortly before 2:00 in the morning. It was raining hard. Fortunately, it warmed up a bunch during the day and was in the upper 40’s by the time I hit the road. There was lots of flooding, but no ice, for which I was grateful. I passed an SUV on its side on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, with stuff strewn all over the road. I hope the people inside it were buckled up and thus not strewn all over the road. It looked pretty bad, although certainly survivable for seat-buckled occupants.
The trip to Denver was pretty good, by the way. My meeting was over in half a day with very good results and I went to the temple on Wednesday evening and saw several people there I know. The weather was sunny and cold – kind of like it was in Gardenville. My hotel room was comfortable, the sushi was good, and the flights were comfortable. I got first-class upgrades in both directions, so I can’t complain. Except about the airline food. Yuck. First class doesn’t mean what it used to, I guess.
Apologies to my reader for missing a couple of days. I was busy.
Busy weekend ahead, too. See you Monday.
I really need to take some pictures of wintertime things. All these warm-weather pictures are getting depressing! I guess it’s better to get them out of the way now, though, rather than waiting until February when I’m really sick of cold weather. Right now, it’s still kind of charming to have a foot of snow on the ground. I promise, though: some cold pictures are coming. Anyway, I really like all the covered bridges around here.
As I was walking out to my car after work yesterday right around twilight, I saw and heard a few large groups of Canada geese flying by. They’re certainly beautiful birds, although quite a problem. I had always believed they were on the endangered species list for a long time, so I Googled them this afternoon. Come to find out, at least one subspecies was indeed considered endangered, but not anymore. They’ve been successfully restored. Apparently, the one that was endangered was native to the Aleutian islands. Many years ago, foxes were introduced onto their islands, and they took care of pretty much all the geese.
They’re certainly back with a vengeance, though. They overrun golf courses, farms, ponds, and pretty much every other piece of open ground. They leave huge amounts of excrement on the grass and foul the water. They get aggressive when they’re nesting. They just generally make a nuisance of themselves.
I think it’s time to expand the Canada goose hunting season. What does my reader think?
Here’s a quick picture from our family reunion vacation last summer.
I’m looking forward to hearing from my reader again.
Nothing more tonight. It’s late and I’m tired. See you tomorrow.