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| AN AWESOME DAWN... |
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| ...EVER CHANGING |
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| THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO OO WITH A SQUEAKY DUCK?... |
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| ...GRrrrrr... |
Monday, 8:30 AM. 35 degrees, wind WSW, light to moderate. The sky is mostly clear with patches of very high, thin white clouds moving fairly rapidly west to east. They may represent an advancing front, as the barometer predicts precipitation. The dawn this morning was so amazing that I sat and watched it as the colors and shapes of the eastern horizon slowly changed from those of night to those of day. Buddy, who has very little esthetic sense and even less patience, finally nudged me out of my trance to go for our morning walk.
Christmas Day was quiet, weather wise and otherwise. We exchanged a few gifts, and Buddy was all wiggly with anticipation when we started to unwrap his. He actually knew the wrapped and beribboned gift was for him; dogs have amazing sensibilities. We thought about letting him unwrap it himself but we would have been encouraging a rather dubious habit, I am afraid. Anyway, he went nuts over the yellow duck squeak toy Santa left for him, and did his best over a two hour time span to rip it apart, but only succeeded in putting a couple of holes in one wing. Other than that Joan and I read, I took Lucky for a run on the beach (still on a long lead) and talked to children and grandchildren on the phone. We did watch the Green Bay Packers beat the Chicago Bears in the evening. It was a pleasant enough Christmas, but seemed rather strange without any snow.
In the Christmas spirit, I will spare you any political commentary.
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