This is the statement I am going with my new footwear: snow boots.
I am also relying on what my nephew told his mom after seeing them. No one’s going to make fun of his shoes. He’s in a wheelchair.
Apparently he didn’t count his dad, who looked at them obviously and pronounced them hot.
Well, yes, but more importantly, they keep my feet hot, or warm.
I don’t remember the last time I went for a walk in the cold and my feet stayed warm. They do now.
That’s hot to me.
Christmas, Christmas time is near,Sadly, I don't have Alvin, Simon Or Theodore, but I do have people to make any Nativity feel down-right super.
Leading things off from left to right is Captain America, parachuting in. You can almost hear him shouting, “Nativity Assemble.” I would not want to be the innkeeper who sent the Holy Family to the stable.
Up next is Nativity staple Buffy the Vampire Slayer. When planning any gathering the forces of darkness might crash, you need a slayer, and Buffy is tops.
Captain Benjamin Sisko from Deep Space Nine is next. He’s always thinking is Sisko. I did hesitate to include because there’d be no ship or station he could lead, but I figured he’s handy in a fight. The real stumbling block was his animosity toward Captain Picard who killed Sisko’s wife when Picard was Locutus of Borg. The reddit folks convinced me that Sisko had moved past his hatred. Plus, it was his wife.
Baby Yoda, a new-to-me figure from a friend, could pal around with the more famous baby in the Nativity. We won’t let him near any eggs.
Santa and the Big Three are next.
Next is new-to-me Mego Superman from my oldest sister. I need to order another red boot from Dr. Mego, but I kind of like this look. He reminds me of Mr. Rogers, and I can think of no superhero who could play Mr. Rogers other than Superman.
Finally, Space Ghost, because what better get for a late-night host than the savior. On the other side, a good interview could get the public firmly on JC’s side.
Merry Christmas.
My niece came home from school last night, and I am certain that at some point over the holidays she will make me laugh.
She will be glad. Me? I just hope it won't be the laugh that kills me.
When she was home over Thanksgiving, I laughed at something my nephew did and bent over at the waist, laughing so hard.
This would have been OK, but my chair was on and I was in front of our big kitchen island. If I hit my joystick while doubled over, it would have been bad.
I knew this and was making sure not to touch my joystick. My sister noticed and sent my niece over to turn off my chair and help me up.
Afterward, she apparently said something like, Aww, I used to be the one who was going to make him laugh so hard he died.
Not to worry, niece-y, you both make me laugh dangerously.
Whenever something unusually rotten (not flat-out bad) happens, a lyric pops into my head “My life flows on in endless song/Above earth's lamentation.”
It’s from the folk hymn How can I keep from singing?
I am sure Mom will be pleasantly surprised to know I think of a song that more or less affirms the triumph of goodness.
At least she will till she hears my next line.
The real lyrics read, “I hear the sweet, tho' far-off hymn/That hails a new creation.”
My version goes, “I guess my life is not the worst/But it sure is no vacation.”
I like mine.
John Prine “woke up this morning, put on my slippers, walked in the kitchen and died.”
I should be so lucky. (Just kidding! I do NOT want to die. It’s a joke, like John Prine giving his knees to the needy.)
Woke up one morning recently about an hour early and had to use the urinal. Not urgently at all. So I took off my mask and reached for my glasses.
Instead of grabbing them, I knocked them out of sight I know, I thought, I’ll turn on the light. Except I couldn’t find the light switch.
Half-blind, I tried arrange myself properly in the urinal.
It didn’t work.
I soaked the right side of my body and my bed.
My sister came and helped me into the shower.
I then reclined in my chair till I had to log on to work.
I definitely wouldn’t agree with the rest of John Prine’s song.
No one deserves parts of my body, so please bury me.
