Bluegrass Christmas from the Man Cave

Christmas passed like three or four ships in the night, only after being delayed a day due to all those folks out in Denver hogging all the snow, of which we have had none.

Got a book on grammar for myself, from which I have read, and I am appalled. hehe. Anyhow, Son Alex was snow-bound in Colorado until the day after the "ordinary" Christmas, so we waited until his arrival and had Christmas and pizza, a very nice combination.

It was just like a real Christmas morning except that after all the gift-unwrapping and laughing and hollaring and all that, we had a lil nip and went to bed, which is all you're fit for after a real Christmas morning with kids anyhow, and so all was good.

It got better when Chris and Jen tooled up from Carolina. Lord God how I miss Carolina sometimes in the grey woods of early winter here in Pennsylvania. I know the ice-caps are melting and all, but this past early winter blossed into a real pleasure for me.

We got a nice cold spell there in early December just in time for the last half of hunting season, so I could leave the deer hang for a week or so and get ready for Christmas, and then it turned warm enough that I could finish all those little items I had neglected because of the curse that will only be named something that rhymes with "Doctoral Studies".

See there I put my period outside the quoted words, which looks and feels entirely right to me.

Or you could write, " See, there! I put my period outside the quoted words etc"

Or You could write "See, there I put my period outside the quoted words etc.."

hehe that's rich. My first lesson when we get back? Nah.
I do hope I haven't committed any fieaux Pauex(*) grammatic-clerically *speaking.

In the meantime, I am now sitting in the Man Cave, as Aaron and I have christened the erstwhile basement. He has decorated it in fieaueax cavepaintings that look pretty real to me, all except the stick-figures of men that have wavey lightening bolts coming out of their heads, kinda like that petrogliph dude with the flute that struck by lightening.

He needs work on his bison, though.

Anyhow, The woodstove is cooking, upon which simmers the last wing segments of the wings that will be fried tomorrow during the Eagles game at brother Frank's in Bedlam PA. the start of our annual Pappalardo Pajama Par-tay.**

That's a hoot, let me tell you. So to all my friends and readers, a very prosperous and wonderful New Year to you and to us all. We need it after what we've been through, doncha' think?

(*)See my "Deercamp:Part Daieueuaex" for an explanation of this outlandish Franch disability

*Yeah. So sometimes my son Chris is right. Sometimes I make up words. But they're good words. Like "acluistic". Means you have no clue. That's a good word, don't you think?

**imagine a room full of Pappalardos. wow. You gotta be strong to take that heehe.