please excuse me, I just brain farted

Silly me.  A week after throwing in the towel, I’m using it to clean up the mess I caused

by caving to early-winter doldroms.  Consider it Fiscal Cliff diving.  I forgot that I get

through my least favourite season in baby steps, hopping from event to event with

studied tunnelvision until April reliberates me.

I enjoyed one such event yesterday with Good Neighbour Paul.  We watched the Seattle

Seahawks advance in the NFL playoffs by beating Washington.  Astonishingly, Jude had

better things to do, so it was just us two guys yelling suggestions and criticism at 22 other

guys.  Beer, popcorn and testosterone.  Does it get any better?

Sure it does.  In April.

I truly appreciate your recent comments. They all helped me reverse directi0n. The clincher

had to be the threat of another Good Neighbour, Chris, to visit us more often if I stopped

blogging.  You can’t imagine has much clout this man has on Granite Bay Road.  It extends

all the way to Village Bay Lakes Road.

So as I square things away, I’ll post when I can.  Today’s main distraction is a water system

that has slowed to a trickle.  I’m waiting for Lee to help solve this.  Then I must prepare for

tonight’s national college football championship between Alabama and Notre Dame.  Roll,

Tide.

There may be a hitch in service because the renewal date on my blog service provider is

in a week, and it hasn’t contacted me yet about paying up.  The level of service I buy does

not really include customer contact.

So until we do meet again, let me leave you with these:

The last one was shot just a few minutes ago.  I’m considering the visit from the crane

a sign of good luck.  There must be some ancient culture which believes that.  And I’ll

take all the positive omens I can get right now.