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| The neighbors' Christmas lights |
Time marches on . . .
12/1, Sunday. Looking
over the backyard fence after nightfall and watching the slow crawl of
headlights along the interstate, folks headed home from the holiday.
12/2, Monday. So
great seeing Clark Johnson again in a TV series (amazon’s Alpha House),
and in a comedy with John Goodman.
12/3, Tuesday. Nicked
my thumb carving Thanksgiving turkey with a newly sharpened knife, and the darn
thing still wants a bandaid.
12/4, Wednesday. Getting
yet another Privacy Notice from yet another service provider, I have to wonder
whether I have any privacy left.
12/5, Thursday. There’s
a mesmerizing light show on the wall as late afternoon sun slants through the
window blinds, throwing flash-dancing shadows of the windblown palms outside.
12/6, Friday. I
guess it was time for a remake of that recurring dream of missing a
flight—always either to or from Heathrow, and this time a little red sport car
I once owned figures into the plot.
12/7, Saturday. The
neighborhood Christmas light show has begun.
Image credit: Ron
Scheer
Coming up: Trails of the Wild
Privacy left? I don't think so.
ReplyDeleteThe time is coming when people will read 1984 and say, what's the big deal?
DeleteRon, I agree with Charles. Blogging has taken away what little privacy I had left! I didn't know Christmas lights were put up this early.
ReplyDeleteIt started already 2 weeks ago.
DeletePrivacy was a beautiful thing once upon a long ago.
ReplyDeleteHard even to remember what it was.
DeleteI hope you yelled, "Go on without me!" when you nicked yourself.
ReplyDeleteI staunched the blood and kept right on going, Chris.
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