This is Christmas Eve, of course. I am sitting here next to the window so I can hear the Fed-Ex guy, should he arrive. I was tracking a package for someone that should remain unnamed. This parcel left a local place around 6 A.M. this morning and should arrive today. Oh, it is not that big of a deal if it arrives after Christmas.
Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of top-secret, devious, underhanded, fun plots in the works for Christmas. I thought seriously about a 'Santa' scheme. When my boys were young, we did the traditional thing and awoke in the middle of the night to place some stuff under the tree from Santa. If there was a bicycle to put together or an AT/AT Walker from Star Wars, Carley would interpret directions while I applied nuts and bolts. Thusly, the little guys would be surprised on Christmas morning. Well, my plan was to buy my sons a cool present and con their kids into placing it under the tree in the wee hours. This dastardly plot failed to come to fruition because I could not find what I wanted to buy for them. Sigh...
It seems like stores don't stock as much as they used to. Even the on-line stores don't. Whatever.
Oh. about the title of the post. This is the title to an old Elvis song I heard the other day. I really like it as it reminds me of my years on the road. I like not having to race home from somewhere. Sometimes, I would be sitting in a pump room or at a boiler or some concrete room, far from home. I'd hate to count the holidays I've missed.
Carley is bustling around the kitchen, a comforting sound to hear. She is baking Christmas cookies and stopped long enough to fix pancakes and sausage for breakfast. Very tasty.
We bought an artificial tree this year. It is white with white lights. It is called a 'pencil tree' as it is designed to fit in close quarters. Quite pretty, I think, though I miss setting forth with an axe, into the woods, and cutting down a cedar tree. I love the smell of cedar, don't you?
Last night we had torrential rain. I sat and read an old western by Zane Grey called Shadow on the Trail. I have read it a dozen times but I love it.
Blogging has been odd, lately. I'll type a post and not publish it. Over the 5 years or so that I have blogged, I have over a hundred(112) of these types of posts. Still, I have published over 800 (848) posts, which seems like a lot of work. Sometimes, I will see a movie and begin to review it, only to find I have reviewed it previously. Makes one feel old.
I typed a post about the NFL, then decided it was harsh. Don't want to be a downer to anyone. Then I did a blog about a movie and saw that I had already written about it two years ago.Left it unpublished. Then I wrote about my Internet Provider and decided to leave it unseen.
I think that if you are in a critical mood, you don't like your own work. Sometimes it is about confidence. To be a writer, one needs to feel that what you have to say may prove interesting to someone. This is the same for public speaking. It is the worst feeling in the world to get up in front of a crowd of people and feel that you have nothing to say.
Hopefully, if I feel the muse, I'll blog about something more substantial in the remaining time before Christmas.
From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
P.S. The cookies are Peanut Butter Bars, Cowpile cookies Pumpkin Spice Bars and Magic Bars. The Magic bars contain nuts, chocolate chips, coconut, graham cracker crusts and Eagle brand milk. Shown below are Ritz cookies. You put peanut butter on Ritz crackers, then give them a chocolate bath.
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