The week gone by — Dec. 8

Santa was greeting children inside front door of the movie theater where Suzi and I went to see “Ford v Ferrari” (good flick), and as she was getting our tickets from the kiosk, a mother walked in with a few little kids.

I’m terrible at telling children’s ages, but the smallest one — maybe 4? — saw Santa and took off on a dead sprint to give him a hug.

She was so excited, Santa and her mom had to calm her down so she could say what she wanted for Christmas.

It was very cute.

And on that note …


Perfect imperfection — Sometimes, it’s nice to go into a business that’s not perfect and sterile.

A Christmas movie spectacular — It seems there are Christmas movies about everything these days, so how about one more?

Questions from Santa — What does Santa talk about with the kids who visit him?

Christmas trees are not snacks — Our cat Sasha is a good girl, but she has an annoying habit.

Getting dumb at the holiday party — The sheer amount of advice about what not to do can only mean one thing.

Just like that … off to Whamhalla — Such a pity when you can “die” in a game because you heard a really good song.


Winter is one of them — We had our first snowstorm of the season this week. I remain not a fan.


My Letter to Santa (Buffalo Sauce Everywhere) and What do you want for Christmas? (Millennial Life Crisis)— Well, I did promise I’d work on my list this weekend. It won’t be nearly as interesting as either of these.

A Decade’s Difference (Rosie Culture) — I’m probably not that much different at 47 than I am at 37. Had I written something like this at 26, that may have been different.

Bright Nights 5K (Strikeouts + Sprinkles) — Take running, and add cold weather.

I Survived My First Spin Class (Uniquely Cass) — One more than I’d survive.

I do this all the time when I pack and unpack, and never give it a second thought.

“What is wrong with this person, that they hold me — bad, imperfect me — in such warm light? Can I be good enough in return?”

McSweeney’s takes a crack at the formula.

Reading this feels like a portal into a hellscape, but an utterly fascinating one.

Even if you don’t watch “The Mandalorian” (and we don’t), it’s Baby Yoda’s world, and we’re all just living in it.


I don’t have irrational anger. All of my anger is thoroughly rational and makes perfect sense.

This is my story and I’m sticking to it.

I just think bows on cars this time of year are annoying.

Working on it.

It’s the particular hats that are important.

And the problem with this is …?

No kidding, but I’ve made it through the first week of Blogmas. It was actually kind of strange in that I had no trouble coming up with ideas, even after cleaning out the thoughts I had gathered over Thanksgiving weekend.

Crazier yet, I still have more stuff percolating, and I’m working on my first collaborative blog project that I hope will be up soon.

3 thoughts on “The week gone by — Dec. 8

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