Seasonal humour
It’s official: the holidays can now begin. I’ve got my jar of mustard pickles. A special shout out to my local general store.
Due to the seasonal overload, our post office is acting, well, oddly. A parcel delivered to my son on Sunday. Three trips, today, to cover the splitting of our parcels across two depots; try to calculate where the box might be. I believe we now have all of our stuff (and some for a neighbour).
Still toying (no pun intended) with how to handle Christmas dinner. Our numbers are down by 33% since last year, and special restrictions are in place. I’ve been told that gravy and stuffing are off the menu… might have to go with an imported Big Mac (a real one, not something in a bowl), but that will depend on weather. At least there’s alternative choices in the freezer. Just have to do a survey and see what might be an acceptable alternative to an oversized fowl. I offered to invite some of the seed thieves (doves) in from out front, but that would mean reading about how to prepare game that didn’t come wrapped in a plastic wrapper.
This evening, two hours of SNL seasonal humour. Really good, if a reminder that they (and I) have been around for a lot longer than most comedy. I can laugh at a joke that is familiar, but only because I accept to age gracefully. Otherwise, I’d be doomed to playing that “I remember when…” card that is so offsetting to the children.
