Well I am back home after a lovely Christmas in a cottage on the Carolina Coast. We had some lazy days, built some sand castles, went on walks, drank stingers, watched the dog run on the beach, and hung out with Mrs. Icker's brothers and parents. Santy Clause came, praise God, and we ate a big dinner. We had the whole beach pretty much to ourselves and we thoroughly enjoyed it. Driving back and forth across three states with two kids and a dog in a 'Coma was a hoot, my lumbar section was surprisingly tolerant of the abuse. We got back into town on Sunday and had some friends over for dinner Monday night, New Year's eve, although nobody stuck around for midnight. I watched the ball descend on the television but got a little freaked out by Dick Clark and turned it off. On Monday I watched the movie Tommy, starring Roger Daltry and Ann Margeret, for the first time. It struck me how thoroughly fascinated I was with that story and the 1969 Who album at the age of eleven. Heavy, heavy stuff. That, "Horses," and "Sgt. Pepper" helped put me together back in the day. I'm glad I never saw the movie. But I have grown, of course, and moved on. My New Year's resolutions:
1. Six-pack abs
2. Get the compost pile going again
3. Figure out ants
4. Draw gooder
But right now it is time to get back to work on my prairie research.
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