Wednesday, December 1, 2010


I waited until the end of hunting season to put up my Christmas decorations because I didn't want to encourage any yay-hoos to set up blinds out in the National Forest thinking Rudolph might drop by early.  But the general hunting season ended on Sunday night, so the population of Sula has decreased significantly, from about 500 orange-clad trophy chasers back down to the usual 28 misanthropic recluses.  Everything is back to normal.

In keeping with hallowed holiday tradition, I had a big argument with myself about where the decorations should go, and then I called myself a few unprintable names and stormed inside yelling "YOU do it!"  Good thing there were no neighbors to hear that.  (That reminds me of the old cartoon where a mother tells her young son "Stop that yelling! What will the neighbors think?"  "They'll think Dad's home!")

I've never been one to send out Christmas cards, but if I was, this would be it:

Merry Christmas!

1 comment:

  1. I think all that alone time has finally gotten to you....especially if you are arguing with yourself! The men in the white coats will be making the long drive up your driveway soon enough!