After getting rolling with a nice cup of green tea I started working around the house a bit. The wife and kids slept really late this morning. She’s still nursing a headache and going back to school is taking it out of the kids.
We got the grocery list together and spent the afternoon together (me and the wife) doing the shopping. It’s nice to be alone for awhile. It’s a rarity nowadays. Becoming a thing more often now that the kids are older.
We watched Ghostbusters: Afterlife tonight as we are dinner as a family, something else that’s a rarity lately due to so much going on with school and work.
I believe this one to be equal to the original.
Laughs, adventure, hero moments and a heavy pull on the heartstrings.
The weather was so nice and the sky so clear that I wouldn’t have thought it was Christmas night. Ive spent much colder Christmases far away from home. So warmth, both physically and emotionally, are welcome.
Knives sharpened. Car gassed up—time for a four-day workweek. I’m off Friday so that I can keep the kids at home and we can goof off. Its always nice to spend what little time they deem appropriate with me. 😏
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.
No. Not that LOST. Then I’d have to explain things to the wife and I’d be in a lot of trouble.
I went out shopping today by my lonesome. I had several things left to pick up for the wife’s Christmas and a few things for the kids.
The kids both have the flu and the wife stayed home with them. The original plan was a day out on Monday for Sam’s birthday and he had planned to head to his favorite place in the world, Joe’s Classic Video Games. So I headed downtown to pick up some things I know he’ll enjoy.
And then I took a wrong turn.
I ended up in a run down part of town. Somewhere I’d never seen before. It was surprising to see the change from gentrified downtown to this. It really shows you where the money is spent and where it isn’t. It’s sad.
Some people can buy it and don’t care. Others can’t afford it and put care into what they have. A little paint here, a live plant there, shows love for where one lives.
The bought side is perfection all the way. But not somewhere I’d rather be.
Back in the world of shiny plastic and traffic, I grabbed some lunch, finished up my shopping, and headed out of the city. I’m a country boy at heart. I was born and raised there, and the cities aren’t for me—even the small ones. I wouldn’t say I like town that much.
I took a turn off the main road and headed down a back road I used to run a lot when I drove a Coke truck.
And then I took a wrong turn.
Except this time it was just a long, winding country road that I’d never needed to go down before, just like I didn’t need to go down it today.
I had no signal, and my map wasn’t working on the phone, but how bad could it be. All roads lead somewhere, and they either connect to another or end. The worst-case scenario was I’d have to turn around.
I was listening to a political podcast and thinking about our country and the way it is right now.
We’ve lost the signal, our map isn’t working.
The best–case scenario is that we have to turn around.
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.
This was the last big show of the year. It’s my opinion, and it’s incredibly personal to me, so it’s most definitely skewed is that this show would have won one of those medals up for grabs at state.
I haven’t had the opportunity to see the entire show. I was sick for a bit and missed a couple of Saturday’s. Then the wide was sick.
Then the band had several kids down and sick with covid, and others were quarantined due to close contact so they had to miss state competitions.
The only regret I feel is for the seniors. They lost two years out of this with the tornado and covid.
But they all came across as supportive of the younger kids and told them how impressed they were and happy that they all came together. They’re family.
All in all, not a bad year.
Sometimes you can’t count wins in trophies and medals.
These kids are the North Central Silver Knights Marching Band. Two of them are mine by blood, and my wife has pretty much adopted the rest of them. By no fault of my own, I have a lot of kids I watch over in a way. And I could not be prouder.