Merry Christmas! I hope your home is warm and filled with family and good cheer today. As I write this, it’s just past 6am, Dad is up before anyone because he was coughing (just a tickle but it won’t go away) and didn’t want to wake everyone up. I’ll catch up on my sleep today. Believe me.
We had a different Christmas eve, my daughter is working retail (and loving it!) so didn’t get home until a little later. Mrs. Lowetide has strict rules about when we can start Christmas Eve and she’s a stickler for 100 percent attendance. Bottom line: I didn’t get a chance to crack my first beer until after 7pm. I mean, the world has bigger problems but OH the humanity!
Let’s see. Ziggy is fine, she’s my pal but Mrs. Lowetide’s dog. Yesterday morning I was making a fuss over her (“you are such a good dog!”) and scratching behind her ears (she loves that) when Mom opened the bathroom door and the dog bolted to her double time. Man. You do and you do and you do for these doggos and this is the thanks you get! I kid of course, Ziggy is a wonderful companion. If you are looking for a sparky dog who will warn you about rabbits and leaves and give hell to your neighbour John for absolutely no reason, get a Shih Tzu Pom. Not a great listener, but a steady talker. Definitely belongs in this family.
Mrs. Lowetide is fine, she yells at the television a lot these days. Maybe next Christmas the world will be a better one. She used to run but broke her foot five years ago, and has taken up walking. This year she bought one of those step counter dealies and is driving me crazy. Apparently I’m motionless and my step counts are a tragedy. Hey, I used to walk to get the paper every morning! Not my fault Al Gore invented the internet. Anyway, she’s great, definitely could have married better but I’m glad she didn’t.
The kids are great, this year has seen both of them get a sense of direction about where they are going. Not sure they’ll land in the spot they’re aiming for but they are both on a journey and have found their passion. I always knew what I wanted to do, so it was difficult for me to watch both sample and then move on. I pushed a little, not much but some. Mrs. Lowetide says it’s not my life to live, but the dog says she agrees with me. I think.
Be well, be happy, visit, hug, eat too much and stay up too late. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead. Merry Christmas!