Evelyn got a poorly thumb, and we had to take her to the hospital for three consecutive days to get her mended. (And yes, that is Homer and Lisa on the TV.)
Have you heard Paul Anka’s “Rock Swings”? What I love about that album is everything. It’s a 60′s singer singing a 40′s swing band style for today’s songs. It’s beautifully done, and if you haven’t heard it, you’re missing something truly special. Seriously, it makes a musical joke so damn well – exquisitely, it’s mixing the generations.
Life wants us to be together with generations. Family is more than 2 connections long. Before Sarah became a nurse, she was a hairdresser, and she still cuts her Grandma’s hair. Now, Evelyn goes along for the gig.
The day began frosty and bright for us, but we live at the top of a hill, and as I’ve pointed out before this can have some intriguing weather consequences. Today was exactly that way, and though we woke up to a day that seemed sunny and bright, it turned out that the rest of Bradford was in a dismal murky fog.
But sporting calendars don’t give a damn about weather conditions, and hang it all we had football to do today! And do we know how to prepare? Sure we do. Knowing that we were going to be stood in a muddy field for an hour or so, of course we decided to dress Baby E in a white fluffy coat.
Usually on Christmas Eve I spend the evening watching Sarah and my friend Alan frantically wrapping presents while I guzzle away red wine and Stella Artois. Not this time, though – all the wrapping was done, so we ALL drank Stella Artois!
Last week a few things got under way, and one of them was putting up the Christmas tree.
We have a tiny house for the five of us, which is a bit of a problem all of the time, but when it comes to Christmas Sarah really does like her big tree. So, we squeeze it in, regardless of the fact that we can now no longer get to the phone books, the CDs, a shelf of books, and the CD player. Ah well, it’s Christmas after all…