I don’t send cards at Christmas, but if I did, I might send this “Fox looking at Santa and the Moon” Christmas card that I saw in Santa Fe, New Mexico this week.
It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap, we gotta get out while we’re young ... not sure why I thought grocery shopping would be a good idea today.
In case you need a gift for the mom that has everything, here you go. :)
(From time to time I write little stories that have nothing to do with programming or technology; this is one of those stories. So, if you’re only here for the technology stuff, you’ll want to skip this one.)
I’m standing in the kitchen of a friend’s house at a Christmas party, making myself a drink while talking to a friend named Angie. This was nothing unusual; she and I were always talking about something. We became friends during our last year in high school, and we’ve been talking every since.
In retrospect it’s obvious that I have feelings for her, but I guess you could say that I didn’t appreciate her back then. After high school my ambition took me away to college, and then to a series of jobs in different states. By the time I decided to move back home, she was married and had two young children.
While we talked all the time, this kitchen conversation was unusual. I don’t remember how it started, but Angie did ask me about something I rarely talk about: my parents getting divorced in high school.
I’m looking into going to Alaska for Christmas and New Year’s this year. On New Year’s Eve there’s a great fireworks celebration that starts at about 5 or 6 pm, or at least it used to start then. (It gets dark there very early in the winter.)
It was another White Christmas in Colorado in 2015 ... and the pool is still open. :)
A nice thing about not having a memory is that I can wrap this book up tonight as a “gift to self,” and by the time Christmas gets here, I’ll have no idea what I’ve given myself.
This is just a tad bit late for Christmas, but after driving through the snow-covered mountains of Colorado yesterday, it feels a bit like Christmas this morning. (The image comes from Tundra Comics.)
I just got this in the mail. A local town is having a “cookie exchange,” and being something of a cookie connoisseur, I may have to check this out.