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Home again
Nov. 25th, 2012 08:28 pmActually I got home last night, but had to go to Block Island and then Hope Valley today.
It's beginning to feel a lot like winter. On my way back from my father's, there was enough snow coming down to cover the highway at times. And it's way too dark. Because of my work schedule, I won't see the sun until Tuesday.
This is the time of year when darkness and cold tend to get to me. I have to be on my guard, especially now that I'm living alone again.
There was no turkey this year. My brother decided he didn't want my father to have to deal with leftovers, so we got a roast beef instead. We finished it by Saturday.
My father had the TV on much of the time, and the incessant Black Friday bullshit was positively depressing. Probably the worst was some company singing about rebates and discounts to the tune of The Little Drummer Boy. You know, the Puritans banned Christmas, and it wasn't generally celebrated in Massachusetts until about 1790. I'm thinking they got it right. Even if advertising pays for my services, this still stinks.
The boat back from the island this afternoon was more crowded than I have ever seen one outside of summer. The only seats available were on the upper deck, and it was cold up there. I kept humming "The Bulldog Down at Y**e" to myself, as one of the dogs on the boat was a bulldog. There are always lots of dogs on the Block Island Ferry, of all shapes and sizes. No minpins this time, though.
Tomorrow is another week.
It's beginning to feel a lot like winter. On my way back from my father's, there was enough snow coming down to cover the highway at times. And it's way too dark. Because of my work schedule, I won't see the sun until Tuesday.
This is the time of year when darkness and cold tend to get to me. I have to be on my guard, especially now that I'm living alone again.
There was no turkey this year. My brother decided he didn't want my father to have to deal with leftovers, so we got a roast beef instead. We finished it by Saturday.
My father had the TV on much of the time, and the incessant Black Friday bullshit was positively depressing. Probably the worst was some company singing about rebates and discounts to the tune of The Little Drummer Boy. You know, the Puritans banned Christmas, and it wasn't generally celebrated in Massachusetts until about 1790. I'm thinking they got it right. Even if advertising pays for my services, this still stinks.
The boat back from the island this afternoon was more crowded than I have ever seen one outside of summer. The only seats available were on the upper deck, and it was cold up there. I kept humming "The Bulldog Down at Y**e" to myself, as one of the dogs on the boat was a bulldog. There are always lots of dogs on the Block Island Ferry, of all shapes and sizes. No minpins this time, though.
Tomorrow is another week.
