Christmas gifts gone mad: look at our tree on December 25 and assume the most spendthrift family in the world lives there; then open up the gifts and find things like calendars, cans of compressed air, golf tees and balls, and clothes of the denim persuasion. We have so many "musts" each Christmas that a keen observer could look at the packages and determine "ah, Sister's calendar; ah, Mother's engagement book; ah, Brother-in-law's weird stuff." The surprises are few and far between, which is just the way we like it.
Last Saturday our poor
postal delivery person mailman was trying to stuff our streetside mailbox with yet more catalogs, when suddenly the post broke off at the base! The poor guy was seated in his truck, holding on to the post with one hand, and you could almost see the wheels in his head turning. "What do I do with this thing while I get out and go tell the homeowner about it?" Fortunately I noticed the dilemma and came out to solve his problem. My brother-in-law, being the bright observant sort, noticed the absence of the mailbox and gave me one for Christmas. It was one of the weirder-looking packages I've ever seen.
Having said that about surprises, have a look at my new toy! Suddenly my 300 vinyl LPs are available for play again. The 30-year-old Pioneer turntable gave up the ghost in about 1985, and I've been unable to find anyone to repair it (even the manufacturer would rather sell me a new one), so all those early Neil Young, Stevie Winwood, Airplane and CSN albums have been lying fallow for a long time indeed. 'Course, the upside of that is, they've suffered very little wear!Posted by Linkmeister at December 26, 2002 03:20 PM