Early to bed, etc.
If the phrase “Early to bed and early to rise” is acceptable as a rule of lifestyle, then I must accept the corollary. If I go to bed late, I won’t be up to greet the rising sun. Last night, having bent my rule of when to be abed, my coming to full status was delayed. Almost until noon. Most irregular. Not required to check out the traces of a secretive Santa; good.
I watch my kids heading out for “the evening” long after prime time programming. And I wonder, how do they do it? I can’t face midnight in an undisclosed location any more. Guess I’m older than I like to admit.
Our holiday meal will be tomorrow, so today required rearranging the refrigerator to make space for an intruder. Bird carcass. Warning to the featherless one: if you’re there come morning, I’m going to pitch you in the oven. And I am going to turn the oven on, just like in the fairy tales. And if we don’t have a power outage, I intend to smother you in gravy, with a side of potatoes.
We’ve got Galaxie, and I’ve got Celtic. Channel 538. Acceptable background music for any occasion (my point of view). I could sample other styles, but why bother. Getting back to my age – I know what I like. Lay a little low whistle on me.
There’s not much news today. No paper. CBC on slow idle. The phone hasn’t rung for me, so I guess I’ll have to make it ring for others. Think of it as the bells of the holiday period. And maybe I’ll score a little gossip along the way…
