This year's Christmas activities are taking place in prison. No, not really.
I am in Leavenworth, Washington. A gorgeous place. http://www.leavenworth.org/modules/pages/?pageid=190&path=32|190#id=webcams&num=6 My sister's husband is from here. We are about 20 miles from Wenatchee. The town of Leavenworth has at least 12 million Christmas lights hung in the center of town. There is a little snow and ice. Last night we watched kids sliding down a hill in the center of town. It was fun watching them. They looked like park rats.
So about ten of us are invading.
We are staying in a beautiful home over looking the Wenatchee River. This is my brother in laws'-father's home. I am writing to you from my couch, inside the deck, overlooking the river.
I am the only one up. This may have something to do with the 9 gallons of beer and wine that was consumed last night. I do not miss those mornings. I do miss those evenings a little bit.
I managed to cling to my meat diet. Barely. There is candy, fudge, and chocolates everywhere.
Today is Christmas Eve. We have two family traditions. We all go shopping together and buy worthless shit for each other. Like Elmer Fudd hats. I found one called the "leather hog" last night. It will look good on my Road King. The other tradition we indulge in... is the eating of the oyster stew. Gawd, how I love this. Not the stew. The stew is horrible. My sister absolutely refuses to eat it. Every year I get to listen to her concoct some bullshit excuse about why she can't eat it. This year will be the same. Hearing her whine has become the tradition now.
Maybe something really funny will happen today and if so, I'll chime in. If not I hope every one of you has a wonderful Christmas.