Ah, suburbia. Home to extravagant Christmas light displays. I love it.

My Christmas cards went out yesterday. While I was lying in bed last night, however, I realized there were a few people I wanted to add to the card list.

If there’s an upside to winter and long dark nights. It’s cool air and long dark nights.

Gray skies promised rain all day yesterday. Gray skies failed to deliver. I guess they had business elsewhere.

I entertained yesterday afternoon. Had two people over. There was wine, cheese, and some wassail. It was fun.

On our very first Christmas together my wife and I put up a tiny Christmas tree on her grandmother’s old oak side table.

There’s a feeling I’m unable to shake that a big test is coming. It probably has to do with this Saturday.

Inertia. That’s me. The tendency of a body to stay at rest. As a human it is probably a pretty good trait.

They’re stringing the lights in the trees at the courtyard of the headquarters of the Pedernales Electric Co-op.

Hint you might not be focused: A debit card arrives from a bank you don’t know. Slight panic. I’ve been hacked.

It’s a new day, but aren’t they all? Last week was sort of weepy for me.

I have a monkey. Actually, it’s an orangutan. And it’s ceramic. And it’s old.

My friend Jim Tobin passed away this past Sunday, October 3. He was a victim of ALS.

Today I start my push for the summit. Naw, just kidding. Today’s trip will be anything but heroic. I’m simply going home.

Once upon a time I bought an alarm for my front gate. I was monitoring the comings and goings of my late wife whose dementia made it dangerous for her to be out and about unattended.

Whatever I did to my poor old back muscles seems to have eased a bit. Yesterday, as I sat here and typed, I could barely sit here and type.

It took two days, but I finished boxing, alphabetizing, and labeling my CD collection.

Well, I’m home after five days of music, friendship, and fun in Marathon, Texas. It was all good.

Here’s another indicator of how well I feel. When something needs doing, I do it.

I’m pretty sure no one really understands how good I feel right now. My house is a holy mess, my wife died a year ago, but here I stand in all the debris feeling just as I did eleven years ago when we first moved in.