Good Morning Gentle Readers,
TWC has not ever chopped down a Christmas Tree (or anything else) with an ax, much less with a hatchet, yet on a chilly late Sunday afternoon, That Boy did the deed for us.
Oh. The kids love the Christmas Tree plantation. Acres of trees, Mini Cooper sized climbing rocks, bon fires in 55 gallon drums (for hand warming), and free hot coffee (using the term coffee loosely). Yes, even The House Blond has a cup.
Bonus: For about the same price as you'd pay the local big box hardware store for a tree, you get to hand select your own fresh Yuletide Tree and fell it.
Real Men cut their own trees.
Real Men also fetch the tree home and are chivalrous enough to allow the ladies to ride.
And now, finally, So Cal has fallen into a normal winter weather pattern. Typically eases in with high pressure over Utah, that translates into a few breezy balmy evenings. That fades into a cold, rainy, windy storm surge from up north that produces the high surf that's been in the news. On the heels of the storm comes clear, cold, breezy days with scudding clouds dancing on bright blue skies. Then it starts all over.
With God on our side, we'll be free of the dreary marine layer, swaddling the southland in a gray blanket of puick that's enough to set a body to huntin' for razor blades and a hot bath.
If every day was like Sunday, well, I'd stop complaining about traffic and crowds and the government for a couple of hours. I mean, look at the snow on Mt Baldy. BTW, that's looking across Lake Mathews from the Casa at San Antonio Peak, which is about 45 miles away.
Mrs TWC and Michelle packed a truckload of cherubs off to the local Christmas Tree Lane last Saturday. It was late when they got back and Michelle took pity on my sorry backside and sent Mrs TWC home with some from-scratch chicken soup that was, hands down, the best ever. Deeeee-licious. You know the kind I mean, with actual chicken. Now that's what I call The Christmas Spirit, man.
I'm with Der Bingle, it's..........
Ladies and Gents: That was Bing Crosby, 1954, and did you hear that part about the five and ten? And the pistol that shoots? Times do change, eh?
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