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Closed For The Evening

I want to wish you a Merry Christmas. I’m spending time with family and enjoying some gifts.

I hope you can do the same. Either way I wish you peace and happiness for ever how long you can hold onto it. I’m hoping this finds you happy and healthy. If not I’m always open to add another to a prayer list.

Merry Christmas.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Blue Shoe Box

I am from a small community in South Carolina.

For a long time, my world was no bigger than two counties. Kershaw and Lancaster. My dad’s family is from the former, and my mom’s family is from the latter.

I spent a lot of time with my moms dad and mom. My Mamaw and Papaw Criminger. They farmed. Most every thing they ate came straight from the field to the table or from some animal they raised.

I remember slaughtering and salting a hog. I remember shucking corn and shelling peas. I remember eating cucumbers straight from the field for a snack and my Papaw having a tiny salt shaker in the front pocket of his overalls for the cucumber.

I remember collecting eggs from his chickens. And I remember his old plow mule, Smoky. Smoky loved bubble gum.

So many memories.

One of my contacts on Twitter posted this tonight:

And I instantly had an overwhelming memory of their house, of the sound and the smell of the old wood heater going in the living room, of the scent of Mamaw’s cooking.

And what my Mamaw and Papaw gave us every single year for Christmas.

A blue shoebox wrapped up all nice. And in that shoebox was an orange, a candy cane, and a five-dollar bill.

That doesn’t seem like much nowadays. It was probably a lot from them. They didn’t have a lot of material things.

But they gave me their world.

I don’t realize how much I have now going back to then. I don’t realize how ungrateful I would probably seem to them in my mindset at times. I have a whole other world that they never saw. A world that would be silly to them.

They gave me simplicity and an appreciation for simple things. I need to remember that more often. They gave me cucumbers, the dirt, friendship with an old mule, and a couple of dogs. And a place to become something from.

And a blue shoe box every Christmas.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Christmas Eve 2020

We spent the evening with mom and dad. Just like every year. We see them every day so no worries over Covid (since that’s the first thing to come to peoples minds). We see a lot of people every day.

We had dinner and exchanged gifts and then sat,without phones, and talked for a couple of hours. And that’s what we used to do. It’s just proper sitting there with no real distractions except the kids acting goofy.

It’s nice.

Our neighbor, let’s call her Ms. Betty (because that’s her name) lost her husband this year.

Mom and Dad always watched over them and on holidays when we have big meals we always took them a plate. And that tradition continues. The wife and I took the food down this time.

She’s alone now, of course, and the we stayed and chatted with her a bit before going back to mom and dads. But I can feel her loneliness.

It’s so very sad.

I wrote that last bit because it makes me appreciate what I have. The wife, kids, mom and dad. My work, the friends I have at work and the customers I see every week.

They are all a part of my life and it makes it full.

Appreciate what you have. And if you don’t have it, try to find it. Family is everything. No matter how bad it gets sometimes.

Good friends, your tribe, your gang! It doesn’t have to blood. Sometimes family isn’t.

Merry Christmas!

That’s it. That’s the post.



I went shopping today to pick up a few more gifts for Christmas. Tonight I wrapped the presents for my wife and as I did so I had this thought.

Well wrapped presents are to women what lingerie is to men. And neither of us really understands the other on this point.

I came to this conclusion whilst wrestling with wrapping paper, scissors, and tape in the garage. A sincere effort was made.

I get better each year.

Now, if I wrap lingerie for her in this frame of mind would that be some sort of inception? Would it play over and over?

You think on that, I’m going to bed.

Also, thank you for reading the utter crap that I write down. Or not. I’m doing this for my own mental health.

No one said it was good health.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Saving Christmas

So the #NewWho isn’t going to run a Christmas Special. That’s okay. Try to ruin Christmas Day. I have a plan…

I’m going to need a SWAT team ready to mobilize, street level maps covering all of Florida, a pot of coffee, 12 jammy dodgers and a fez…!

And a Christmas special episode with Matt Smith leading Team Tardis.

Now I have to find some things.

But that’s okay.

I’m good with a mission.

Every year since the show rebooted Christmas Day has ended with the Doctor Who Christmas special. This year I’m adding a couple of special things.

I won’t let them end this.



Man, Sunday flies by fast! Got up this morning had a couple cups of coffee, got ready to go to church, came home and ate lunch. Went out to do a little shopping, and the sun is already sinking low in the sky.

I love my weekends. But I can’t stand Sunday coming to an end because that means Monday is going to start. I don’t dread going back to work, but I don’t love it either.

The whole list starts over again, and there’s going to be extra added into it as we go. And we’ll probably end up with a surprise activity or two. But that’s the way it goes, isn’t it?

This next month is never ending stress it seems. There’s the Christmas shopping to do, a letterman jacket to pay for, a band trip to Disney World to put even more money into. I’m going to pull this off, it’s just stressful. It’s stressful on the wife as well, but she holds up fine. Much stronger than me and in control of her emotions.

Me? This is my stress relief right here. This keeps me calm for the most part. I’m not saying I still don’t stress out or get angry over something stupid, I ain’t perfect.

No one ever told me that having children would be as stressful as it is. Yes, children are a joy and a blessing, but they can be some of the worst times you’ll ever have in your life. I guess that’s why God gives us those really, really proud moments, the winning moments where nothing can touch you and everything is as bright shiny as it can possibly be. And I live for those moments.

This is just a rant out here on the road by myself.

This too shall pass.

Winding this up well after sundown. Sitting here waiting on a little Chinese takeout and trying to decide how to run my week.

There’s a plan in everything and that goes for life and the work week.


Missed A Day

I was doing so well too. For twenty days straight I’ve posted and then one little misstep.

Meh. Work, shopping, kids, haircut, more shopping.

The day after fake Black Friday is busy for me. I went to work a couple of stores, came home to grab the family and then went out to shop a bit for an item I really needed. I couldn’t find it in the price range I want to afford, so that’s not happening at the moment. Live within you means as best as possible. Doing without isn’t always a bad thing.


I have a lady at a Great Clips here that I hope realizes her dream of one day opening her own shop.

Kwamane (sp?) is very personable and always does a great job. It’s a joy to go see her and I always leave looking my best. We’ve actually become friends.

I didn’t know until a couple of weeks ago that they trimmed and shaped beards. Now I do so I won’t be shaving this scruff off after all.

She trimmed and shaped me up nicely. I had thought about shaving it off but now I’m keeping it.

I like the grey.


Watching Mission: Impossible – Fallout this morning.

That’s going to be number six in the series this week. I love these movies.


And that’s it for yesterday and this morning except for the pot of coffee I’ve drank.

Today’s mug was made for me by a local artist when she was six or so.

She’s sleeping about forty feet away in her room.

Me and her are still working on things. But I’ve seen a lot of change the last few days.