The only other white Christmas is in El Paso, TX (aka, it’s the new sausage biscuit bowl)
In which a baggy old kayak woman steals a few minutes alone on Christmas morning.
The Commander opens a package as Lizard Breath looks on.
A couple of freighters drifted by through the snow, including the Right Honorable Paul J. Martin, upbound. “Right Honorable” is something Canadian. I didn’t drill down through wiki-pee to figure out what.
A favorite set from The Commander’s carefully curated Santa collection.
A rocket trip to the moominbeach during a rocket trip to the yooperland. Ice is sloshing around near the shore. Not safe to walk to the island yet.
Beach urchins at the beach.
My Dear Uncle Harry’s outhouse is always open. It is a two-holer.
I didn’t think I was done for today after that outhouse photoooo, but it turns out that I am. The afternoon was filled with a trip to Woldemort (oh, don’t worry, it was closed), cooking, cooking, cooking, (and “presenting” whatever that exactly means). Result? I am daaaaiiiid taaarrrrred. Okay, I’ll leave you with one more photoooo of the Mean Old Grunchie Old Grinchie and the GG.
December 25th, 2011 at 8:46 pm
Ah, you have white! We had rain and wind. The holidays are tiring. (not a real vacation at all) But it IS nice to see family.
December 26th, 2011 at 12:03 am
Good to see the outhouse. I really do like that outhouse.
Strange as that sounds.
December 26th, 2011 at 9:22 am
I bet that it doesn’t even smell, in December. Merry Christmas!