Oh yawn, its that time of year when people start reflecting on their belly button lint and drawing out their highlights of 2010. Fair enough, it’s a worthy practice, but quite often, to me, it ends up feeling like reading those 3 page holiday letters from Aunt Edna (who you barely know) and her 13 kids and 29 grand kids, and all about who won the ribbon at the fair and who is on the middle school table tennis club.
But if you cannot fully heckle them, why not join them?
As you may know (likely now) I live in a small town. Not very much happens in
but occasionally someone knocks on the door. A few weeks back, taking a break from the book tour,
stopped by to hang out. We had a lot of laughs, though my stock of liquids in the fridge was depleted (that was a before shot, I ended up with half a glass of milk).
And who would of guessed, Keith did not know that variation of the E major 7th chord I taught him? I just had to exploit a little
The big excitement just this past week was the huge snow fall, but wouldn’t you know it, those out of town drivers just do not know how to handle the roads
As a good citizen, I did not mind helping push out the car owned by
Jennifer said she was on her way to stop by my place anyhow, but she always says that, and nearly always ends up plastered at the bar yodeling show tunes at the
But not this time, we had a good laugh at her own troubles, and enjoying the high end vodka she brings by the crate, as we sat a few hours in the
Halloween is usually quiet, sometimes we cut up a little
and listen to Prairie Home Companian on the radio. There has never been any trick or treaters around here, but damned if some kid did not show up at my door
That was the worst F***ing costume I ever saw, WTF! You should heard him shriek when I kicked his punk ass down the stairs, he landed hard
I had quite a bit of travel this year, looped around the world, hit tinsel town, P-burg, B-more, the City in Motion, Fog City, River City, Windy City, the big easy, the big apple, the big orange, and ended up going to D.C. to offer some dude a lot of advice,. but the guy just wanted to shoot hoops all day
What the heck, but worst was when he wanted to play H.O.R.S.E. for money. I hated to clean him out.
Well, there was a lot more I could share, but the rest of stuff I am under NDA and some guys in trench coats are parked outside my house again.
I hope you had as fictitiously fun a year as me. Reality is just so much more interesting when exaggerated.
The post "Just a Quiet End of 2010" was originally yanked out of the teeth of a rabid chicken at CogDogBlog (http://cogdogblog.com/2010/12/quiet-end-2010/) on December 31, 2010.