1) Cut ME hair the other day. For years and years, actually a couple of decades, my hair has been the same basic style, with a bit of spiral perm in the 80's or a bit longer after the kid in the late 90's. Bangs in the front, straight in back. But now, where it was long and straight to the mid shoulder blades, it is now layered and wavy and to the bottom of the collar! Ok, ok. Still the same basic style. Still with bangs. The Crosby Stills and Nash song, "Almost Cut My Hair" keeps playing in my head. (I think it is a CSN song but can't find it on the lyrics search site I use.) Look up "dull" in Webster's and find ME.
2) ME Dad has ended up back in the hospital on Christmas night, the old coot. Note to people: If one of your legs becomes painful and swollen and you have been doing not much of anything but sit on your duff because of all the falling from 2 stories and landing on your noggin on the cement driveway and spending a couple of days in the ICU, it is probably NOT your hamstring but a blood clot in your leg. A bloody blood clot that can break off and head upstream to your lungs and snuff out your life like a kid stepping on a bug. Look up "cat in a former life" in Webster's and find my Dad. Sadly, he is rapidly running out of the 9 lives he has apparently been bequeathed. So now he is hanging out in a hospital bed for the next several days, having blood thinners dripped in and blood sucked out. Fortunately, he is able to have the blood thinners as the BLEEDING in his brain from said fall, has not recurred.
3) Had ME a lovely little Christmas otherwise. I ate food that was bad for me, successfully cooked duck with pinot noir wild mushroom medley, and played with the small-handed and furry ones. The new digital camera came in time, so pictures could be taken for Dads-who-fall-and-clot. Life is too short to wait for cameras and pictures.
4) Learned that a kitten makes it challenging for ME to wrap presents, what with all the attacking of the paper and grabbing of the ribbons and actually diving over and over into the large, tall bag of stick-on bows. I didn't have the camera handy and was becoming rather cross, which was a pity because the shots I missed of the small kitten among the bows was alarmingly cute and I wish I could have inflicted such on you.
5) Instead, I did have the camera for our Christmas Eve day building of the snowman, so I got pictures of ME puppy in the snow. Apparently love of snow is universal among German Shepherds, at least in my "n of 3" study. See them here, if you feel like it. The snowman, himself, seems to have developed a stroke and is listing to the left, having developed a dense left hemiparesis and left facial droop. Looks like he could benefit from some blood thinners, too.
So,what snoo with you?
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