Thanks & Welcome

To my new follower and friend, danontherock. I promise to always reply to your comments.

I wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas.

To my other friends, please run over to http://outontherock.blogspot.com/ and visit our new friend.


Dan, you are now among friends. Again, thank you and welcome.

Stephen

Hannah

I'm sorry I cannot be with you this evening, but please know you own my heart.

It is impossible for you to remember when I held you in my arms and walked you up and down the beach, you but a baby. You pressed your little lips to my ear and mumbled sweet baby tunes to my heart. That was the evening I knew I'd love you all your life.

When you were five the light of intelligence glowed within, and you such a wispy and happy little girl. 

At ten your appetite for literature confirmed and solidified my love and pride for you.

Then, a blink and you are now a beautiful woman. 

Our time has always been brief. Little visits here and there, a few moments to chat, exchange ideas, books, politics. Now, you are almost beyond my reach.

I miss you.

Merry Christmas.

Your Uncle Stephen

'Tis The Season

It's too warm here for the season. I want cold weather. Just glanced out at my thermometer, 63 degrees. Bah, Humbug.

Look what followed me home last night, little booger jumped into my truck and said take me home. I gave her a loving caress and she's now all toasty and snug under the Christmas tree waiting on Sweet Wife.

Here she is while fully dressed.

And naked.

House sure was quiet last night. So I wrapped my few personal gifts to Sweet Wife and placed them under the tree.

Not sure why but when I'm alone I feel little need to cook meals. Stopped at a fish place for take out and found myself reduced to eating fast food fish. Awful isn't worthy of its description.

At one point last evening I noticed my cat, out on the deck, at a fast back and forth pace in front of the French doors. I let her inside. She ran. I followed. She arrived in front of my family room chair and deposited a live baby squirrel on the seat.

Baby squirrel sat up and gave the place a once over. Cat smiled. Baby squirrel, I swear to all that's holy, did a little round about and settled in for the night. Sucker went to sleep. Cat continued to smile and rubbed my leg. Perhaps she felt this my gift for Christmas. I told her good girl but baby squirrels are not in the same class as veal. Then again.

The little squirrel fit into the palm of my hand. Big round eyes, long tail, tiny. I gently took the tiny creature and placed it back outside.

Wish I'd thought to have taken its picture.

We all fall from the nest time to time.

I miss Little Bit.

Stephen

Thanks & Welcome

To my new friend, fatal error. I promise to always reply to your comments. It might take me a few hours or even days in rare cases, but fear not I shall reply.

The light of your wisdom is always welcomed here. You are now among friends.

Again, thank you and welcome.

Stephen

It's Early

Very early and I've turned the sign to open on my business door as the sun barely peeks from the clouds. I'm not joking when I say business is good prior to Christmas.

I wanted to post last evening but I had a dinner with my group. We all took over the local Cracker Barrel and made the place safe for normal people. It was nice. I have been privileged to have such good friends. It was necessary for me to leave a bit early and return home as Sweet Wife and Little Bit were making preps to leave early this morning for an out of state visit. My job was to check Sweet Wife's vehicle tires, top her tank, and load gifts for their journey.

Now, I'll sweat until their return, after all, two of the people I love most in this world are on the roads. Rest assured there are two GOB's and protection loaded within that Accura MDX. Still, I'll worry.

Sweet Wife and Little Bit baked for two days, solid. Much of those baked goods are loaded. This morning I stole a half-dozen cookies for the shop. Don't tell on me.

Until later.

Stephen

Jingle Bells

Just a short note to say I'm still here, just too busy to write a good post. My door bell is ringing its heart out. See my smile.

Will post this evening....

Stephen

A Ruger For Christmas

I've finally decided on Sweet Wife's Christmas gift.

It has been hard. I mean it was either a new box of dry wall screws, a fairly new lawn mower blade or a screw driver. Let's face facts, any man that doesn't keep his wife's tools in good repair is a sorry excuse of a man. Anyhow, I thought, no, she never really seemed pleased with my practical gifts, one year she almost appeared to weep.

Then it hit me. A new gun. Why not. She's been  packing a Lady Smith .38 for far too many years. It's heavy, and she was forever whining and complaining about the weight...kinda girly in my opinion. So, this little Ruger should fit the bill. 

Now this little baby is light, fits her hand and she already owns a carry purse. Easy to wrap too. If I throw in a box of ammo, hey, two gifts with little sweat. If she's lucky I might spring for the nine mil. We'll see.

Gosh, I'm a genius.

Stephen