A joyous and Merry Christmas to you and yours. The
season continues until the wise men bring their gifts. It is that time of year
when all misgivings and offenses are forgotten. It was why the baby Jesus needed
to be born. Peace on Earth Goodwill to All Men.
And A Happy New Year.
I walked into our Church’s Christmas party some days
back and “The Grinch” started playing on the radio. I asked, “Did you put on
that song just for me?” which brought many a smile; sly mischievous
smiles.
A star; we moved the Christmas tree
downstairs this year and now have room for a star. “Star of wonder star of
light…” I put the outdoor lights up Christmas Eve (after returning from
Firestone) and they will be up until January 6th. Though the tree was up several
days prior, we trimmed it on Christmas Eve also. When I was young many families
still waited for Christmas Eve to buy and trim their tree. Now we can enjoy the
remainder of the Christmas season in Winter’s rest.
Even the lack of snow on Christmas, or seeing young
ladies wearing white after Labor Day, cannot dampen the Christmas spirit.
The lights would certainly look brighter with
some snow however. Our home hold a lot of holiday decoration
potential.
I have a nice place for a Nativity scene under our
porch. Christ was born in a cave, so they say. I was there on the spot. My most
moving experience in the Holy Land was in Galilee. It looks very much the same
as when Jesus walked the coastline, near completely undeveloped. There is a big
groundhog like creature that inhabits the rolling hills. As I watched them my
heart was moved as I realized that Jesus had watched the very same
scene.
The cards all went out on time. Though we received
far fewer cards this year than last I have no interest in worrying over stolen
mail trucks, lost cards and packages, local thievery or vandalism, all which
seem to be on the rise. This is Christmas.
I was Christmas shopping with my wife and asked
“Should I use the fifty dollar bill I have or small bills?” as we walked up to
the register. Her answer was indistinguishable.
“Are you going to pay, or should I pay?” she asked a
few moments later.
The shopping is over. Now we can enjoy the rest of
the Christmas season, I hope.
The Container Store had a variety of stocking
stuffers on sale. I have to imagine their sales boom after the Christmas
holiday. They sell bicycle hangers, as I mentioned before, if you need to store
your bicycle for the Winter.
The Fat Bike Alpha Trail
riders are encouraging, through Facebook, other
Fat Bike riders to get out and ride to groom the trails. Yes the ground is
covered and beginning to freeze. If Fat Bike is something you enjoy it is time
to get out and support the cause. There is
a race this Saturday. Otherwise there is the entrepreneurial success known
as Ray’s to celebrate
with.
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frame
bag. There is still time to take a survey for an entry in a bicycle give
away.
Are you ready? …Are you ready. It’s time. The Chequamegon Fat Tire Festival
registration begins January 1st, and if you don’t act fast you’ll be passed
over. The allure of the event comes from its foundational position on the
mountain bike scene. This will be its 34th year. That, and the fact that it is
in a remote area of the state that has avoided over development.
As I shopped a few days before Christmas in peace, by
myself, the lines at the checkouts were long. It was far from shoulder to
shoulder in the aisles as one shopped however. Will the malls ever be as packed
with frantically merry shoppers panicking over last minute Christmas gifts as in
times past? Does one blame the economy, or is it the Internet?
The major retailers were happy to wish me a Merry
Christmas. This is the Midwest. The Post Office was another matter. I never felt
such a sense of fear and/or disdain from another over Merry Christmases as I did
from those working at the Post Office this year. It was as if they were saying,
“Why are you doing this to me?”
Misao and I went to see “The Nutcracker” Sunday. We
received the tickets as a gift. It lifted our spirits to enjoy a bit of
extravagance in our life. The objective of the ballet performance was crystal
clear to me; mice in the house need to be killed. Yes children, they may look
cute and seeing a dead creature may be distressing but it is a necessary
reality. Don’t disparage your parents for killing mice. As soon as there are
enough mice to choose a monarch all could be lost. A message conveyed in
Victorian militarist ideal and splendor. It is like those old stories of trolls
and bridges, all to teach the children; “Don’t talk to those strange people
living under the bridge.” It is for insights such as these that you
read.
Finally we have snow. Misao almost made it home in
the storm. She got the car stuck good, down at the end of our alley. She called
and had me trod out to help. I rocked the car out, with the help of a neighbor,
came back around the block and backed the car down the alley from the other end.
Yes, the city did a lousy job cleaning up the snow. In-laws, via a younger
brother, were in town (they left this morning) and were disappointed that it
looked like they would not have the opportunity to see snow. They are from
Brazil. The blessings of the Christ Child come in many forms. They got their
snow and I hope it didn’t effect any of their return flights.
The Christmas lights in snow. Even a few of the icicle
lights have started to work again.
$360 for two new tires as I found a flat when we were
preparing for our holiday sales December 23rd. A cut in one tire and a nail
right at the edge of tread on the other; both needed to be replaced. The days
around Christmas are very hard to judge as far as sales potential. I don not
think we lost out much sales wise.
Snow tires? I wish I could afford them this year, but
my dad has complete confidence in the modern all season tire and he should know.
He learned to drive when everyone had snow tires, some with steel studs, and
when one was still allowed to put chains on their tires in the city.
I was going to buy Misao a new washing machine but
now with the cost of the new tires she says, better not. However, if I were to
believe the e-mails Sears is sending me they are almost giving appliances away
right now.
This is not the first time,
in the many years we have lived here, that our car has had problems right on a
big sales day. We celebrate Christmas unfazed. It is of no consequence in light
of what others have suffered, and it makes the wonder of His birth all that more
significant.
I had to call AAA for the
tire change because the Ford Fusion has lug nuts that do not hold their form and
go round and round in the manufacturer provided wrench gizmo. The ratchet set
was no help either. I have several problems with the design of the Ford Fusion
which I may innumerate on in the future. As I was attempting to change my flat
the night before our neighbor was struggling with his truck, which wouldn’t
start.
But no Grinch will be stealing our Christmas. Leaving
our house this morning on a spare and a low tire I passed a slew of cars in the
neighborhood also with low tires. Firestone was unexpectedly busy Christmas Eve
morn when I brought the car in the next day. The man who arrived just after
myself also had a low tire he needed repaired quickly, in order to keep to his
travel plans. Colder temperatures; it’s the time
of year to check your tire pressure. Even colder temperatures will keep tiny
vandals off the streets.
Many demand our police officers wear body cameras. I
say mechanics need to wear body cameras. I am completely confident that I will
receive proper and reliable service for tires from any major tire retailer. But
I do not care where you go. When it comes to other auto repairs, beware;
especially you women.
I have some furniture design and build to
do. Misao got me the tools I need from my list, a bunch of underwear and some
other necessities. A wool fedora from JC Penny was a happy surprise. “All I need
now is a pheasant feather to stick in the band.” I told my mother as I showed
off my stylish look. My father blames JFK for men’s hats going out of fashion.
He never wore a hat.
Misao was happy with my gifts to her. We heated up a
Honey Baked Ham on Christmas and went over to my parent’s home to share. Then it
was to my brothers to spend some time with more family. My parents didn’t feel
like leaving their home any over the holiday.
The dog received nothing this year and I think he has
taken note. Perhaps it will be wise to sleep with one eye open for a
while.
“The diet?” you wonder. Your concern moves me. The
diet has suffered over the holidays. My initial twelve pound loss on the
Bulletproof Diet is well preserved but I have retreated drastically from my
under 250lb race weight goal. I thought I was losing a bit of weight but it was
only improved muscle tone I had been observing. I am not sure if that comes from
more walking, reflecting the demands of shopping, or the new health drink we are
consuming known as kombucha. I will have a long post on our kombucha adventure
in the New Year.
No fitness or bicycle related gifts this year. No
shortage of snacks either. This year we neither gave nor received fruitcake; the
meal of kings in my book. Working fitness back into my daily life will be high
on my New Year resolutions, possibly even ahead of my goal of worldwide
dominion.
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