If you are very, very lucky in life, you end up fifty years later still spending Christmas with your best friend since kindergarten. You find yourself the godmother of her daughter. You find yourself with a friend you can share anything with because you’ve been through everything together. We should all be so blessed. Judy and Paula are.
Normally I use this last column of the year to recount those people, places and things that will live forever in my own personal Hall of Infamy. Talk about an embarrassment of riches, this year politicians alone would fill that hall. So I thought I’d hand out kudos instead, the biggest and only one of which goes to Governor Bill Walker.
I’m probably not the only person who was skeptical about how long he’d keep his independent status when elected to office. I figured by now he’d have returned to the Republican Party and been received, if not with wide-eyed
The problem arises on that one morning a week when we are up early so I can make it to Bird TLC. No one wants to get up at that hour except for Snowy. He’s still young enough to bounce out of bed and leap into the day while the rest of the household tries to find its slippers.
I now officially live in a household in which no one… not the birds, the dogs or the human… want to get up before 10 AM. Of course, once the light returns, the birds will quickly revert to their early morning calls. But until then, I will enjoy just wallowing in bed for an ungodly amount of time!
How do you relax in mom’s arms for a well deserved scritch when you know you’ve left your orange dinosaur on the floor and that other dog is sneaking quietly towards it? Answer… you can’t. So much for a quiet mom/dog moment.
The sky is grey. It feels like it’s been grey since early this autumn. It makes my spirit grey.
There is hardly any snow on the ground. It’s warming up and then it will freeze overnight and everything will be sheer ice. Welcome to one of those weeks when I wonder why I live in Alaska. Would one good snow storm this winter be asking too much?
Time for everyone to forget their annual Christmas charity and cheer and go back to life as usual.
It’s Christmas so it’s only appropriate to write something uplifting and joyful in keeping with the spirit of the season. But instead of doing that, I’m going to tell you about the strangest Christmas present ever given in my family, and I’m betting yours too.
Many years ago, my mother was desperately casting about for appropriate gifts to give to her three children. At the time, we were all either single or between marriages. Being Italian, she was sure this meant we would die alone and be buried in a pauper’s grave. This may seem to be an overreaction for
Just knowing how many Fox viewers that are annoyed whenever I say Happy Holidays makes my holiday merry.
As you are wrapping the last of the presents and spending the last of your money, please don’t forget Bird TLC. Go to birdtlc.net and make a donation to the birds. Remember, we’re the organization that puts the non in non-profit. We can use all the help we can get!