Friday, December 25, 2009

Later in the same week.

The sun is out.

All our celebration is having it's effect.

The day is longer.

There will be growth in the spring.


Blogger Jannie Funster said...

There will be beers hanging from every tree and a steak on every plate.

8:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Lane + Y'all!
The days are getting longer; hooray!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If the flight is on schedule, I should be arriving SEA-TAC around noon on 6 Jan. I'll then take Sound Transit's new "train" to the forbidden building and then the 7 to Prentice St.; so, if you hear someone arriving @ Redwing in the afternoon of 6 Jan., it's not a burglar or a racoon, but

1:37 AM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Thanks a peck for for the Palmer
Solstice celebration. I don't know
where the hell the sun went, but
the days are getting longer I
heard a meadowlark warble.
I loved your posting prior to this one.
I re-posted it over on FFTR,
and it has the dubious honor
of being the last posting for 2009
on that sterling site.
Texas was cold, although one day
it wasn't. 10 of us stayed at my
mother-in-laws home, and privacy
was a thing of the past. My grandsons
screamed, pitched fits, opening their
presents (no adults got any--actually
that is not true, one of my son-in-laws
brought me a MUFON ball cap from
a Colorado convention he went to.
The day after Christmas Melva broke
her left foot while holding two year old
Austin up to the kitchen sink to wash
his sticky fingers. This complicated our
commute home, as one might suspect.
Melva is handling it fine, better than I
am. The grandsons crawled all over her
banging into her injured foot every ten
minutes. My mole surgery came back
with clean labs, so that is a blessing
of sorts. Melva also had a similar surgery
the day before mine, and her labs came
back good as well. Cancer will have to
find some other dominion, some other
domicile for the time being.
I had 180 emails to delete after 8 days.
Heading off to our annual friend's
New Year's Party in a bit; cards,
fellowship, BS, and party favors,
to stand at midnight and watch both
the ball fall, and the Space Needle
shoot its top off; although it might be
pretty overcast and crappy.
In a blink I will be back in harness,
and endeavoring to find stuff in my
office after other have filled in for me
for two weeks; if I have an office left.
Boss told me that my schedule will
be altered severely as I begin the six
month countdown to retirement.


5:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Guess who's back from Texas?

...................Eddy Emerald

5:05 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Pecos Bill? Buffalo Bill? Annabelle Oakley?
George W. Bush? Haliburton?

........................Edgar Poo

5:06 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wrong on all counts, Moosebreath! It is our fine
butcher boy, that wandering poet and malcontent
from Ft. Sumner.


5:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hay, its gud to have youse back in da fold, punk. Tings have been a bit quiet over dere in Redwing


5:09 PM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Did I tell you Melva got a broken foot for Christmas?

5:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So Palmer is writing poetry again? That is way cool. His mind works in unique and mysterious way, enit?

...........Thomas Buildsafire

5:12 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like the way Jannie envisions 2010. Kind of a Salvador Dali feel to it. Leave it to her to find
the bizarre in the mundane. Have to pop over
to her site soon to check out the latest antics
of Miss Kelly.

......................George Formann

5:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Welcome back, Anonomann!
It is always grand to have you
in residence at Redwing Manor.


5:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

After nearly 70 years, I have not been able to
find out for sure if Jews should celebrate New Year's
Eve. Probably be OK.

................Woody's Alden

5:18 PM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Gosh, kinda figured that there
would be a post done over the
weekend. But hey, dat's cool.
Monday, Monday, the first one
of the New Year; raining like
ten sombitches, and warm, very
warm, like 42 out here. Here
I am at the office, and things
did not get too messed up in
my absence. I was filled with
dread trying to figure out
how to get back to work,
wondering what surprises await
me. But somehow, like a good
sled dog, like a stalwart
fire horse, put me in harness,
and after a few moments of
fuss, and move back into the
traces like I never left.
Scary really to be such a
well trained wage slave.
Melva is doing well with
her broken foot; a lot better
than I would for sure. She
is returning to work today
as well. Anonomann is coming!
Anonomann is coming! And there
is joy at Redwing Manor.
What's shaking with the
old Savant?


5:47 AM  

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