Or is it a taco? It’s a fine line I might have been dancing around without a care in the world.
As a rule, I’m not one to post pictures of my food. However, this homemade burrito/taco just struck me as a particularly photogenic and colorful piece of cuisine.
For the record, it tasted wonderful. And despite the somewhat dry and cracked tortilla, there was minimal structural damage while eating it. (i.e., I didn’t end up with most of it in my lap or eating it with a fork.)
There was BBQ at our house because, well… Kansas City! BBQ! Duh!
(Click to enlarge.)
There was some tension being behind by ten points with only about eight minutes left – but you have seen us play, right? Like, really?
There was champagne that we had been saving for a special occasion, and they don’t get just a whole lot more special than this.
There was hanging out and celebrating and watching Andy Reid get his awards and Patrick Mahomes get his and everyone else looking at wedding pictures.
See you next year, same time, same place – back to back!
(And pitchers and catchers report in eight days…)
I might be a bit busy and preoccupied later today, so let me get this out there for everyone now, an hour and a half before game time.
(Click to enlarge so you can see the signed Len Dawson photo in the corner…)
The BBQ and the guests will be here soon.
It’s going to be a good day. I hope yours is too.
It’s always a melancholy night when the Christmas lights come down. The tens of thousands of festive lights, marking and celebrating the weeks surrounding the Winter Solstice, driving back the long nights – they’re all gone and the the night returns.
Tonight the moon, a couple of days past full, is helping to keep the darkest of the dark at bay. It’s always a pleasure to see it rising beyond the trees and the lights of Los Angeles.
Up near the zenith, winter’s guardian, bold Orion is bright – but not as bright as normal. (One of these days we need to talk about Betelgeuse. What’s up with that?)
The cycle will go around again. Spring is coming, the days will get long, we’ll roast through the summer, then the days will start to shorten again and next Thanksgiving we’ll decorate and light up the night.
The winds were back last night, at least at our house.
Those are the wind chimes that were banging away, with the trees in the background swaying and swishing and whooshing and generally making lots of very loud, spooky noises.
What’s really weird is that a couple of folks at work who live within a couple of miles of here kept getting “HIGH WIND!” alerts on their phone, but it was calm as could be. Meanwhile, when I took out the trash tonight I found that the BBQ has been wandering again. It’s sitting ten feet away from where it was parked, and the big, heavy cover that was on it was nowhere to be seen.
Maybe I’ll borrow a set of chocks from the hangar. If they’re designed to keep a B-52 or C-46 from wandering, maybe they can keep the BBQ in place.
…between tradition and madness.
The cards were received two weeks ago, and signed about ten days ago.
The mailing list has been updated and edited for address changes, returns from last year, and those who are no longer celebrating with us.
The inserts have been written, edited, and printed.
The labels have been generated and printed.
The first batches of cards are in the mail, more will go out tomorrow, the rest by the end of the weekend.
Hey, when you get your card, look at the “Total Eclipse” stamps we’re using this year – put your thumb or finger on the eclipsed sun for a few seconds and the full moon appears! How could I *not* get these and use them?
If you don’t get your card in the next week, well – do I have an address for you? Only you can solve that issue.
As for “madness,” since it’s still something I really enjoy, and since I have a fair number of people tell me how much they enjoy getting our cards every year, I’m going to say it’s still “tradition.” And a good one, at that.
Watch the mailboxes!
I hope that everyone had a Christmas Day that was as calm or exciting as they wanted or needed, with as much or as little drama as requested, and that everyone had been good (enough) this year so that Santa brought them what they wanted.
If you didn’t get everything you want, it’s never to early to start planning for next year.
Here’s a short video of our lights turning on:
And a picture of what it looks like after dark:
Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah, y’all!