Well, it’s December 26th, about 10:30 PM here in North Carolina and I’m typing. Bill Monroe is singing “Live and Let Live” on a vinyl Decca album titled “Bluegrass Ramble” in the background. I saw some commercialism at it best today when me and the 
wifey-mae ate dinner at Chilis. I bought some jeans, the wife bought some sweaters and we both bought some junk at an antiques mall. We had some Christmas ham for supper.
My daughter went to Charlotte yesterday to visit the boyfriends folks (she took the pic above and had us a nice large print of it made for Christmas) and Aaron has rummaged around the homestead most of the day. He’s going dancing with his sweetie tomorrow night. At the Old Farmer’s Ball in Swannanoa, NC. If the wifey-mae wasn’t wearing one of those boots for a fallen arch, we’d go.
Change comes all the time and just as soon as Christmas arrives, it’s time to begin thinking about a new year. Two Thousand Eight. two thousand and eight. Twenty OH eight. Whatever you want to call it, it’s coming and coming at a fast clip! We’ll have a new president that the electoral college sees fit to elect for us. I’ve already seen more politicking on TV than I want to and Iowa hasn’t even had their primary yet. If I were rich I’d go out and buy us all vinyl raincoats and rubber galoshes so we can endure the mudslinging that is yet to come!
Well, the tree is still up, at least for a few more days. All the presents are accounted for (if not paid for) and there’s nothing underneath the Frasier Fir in my living room. Sanny Clawses, snowflakes, snowmen, gingham bows, homemade ornaments the kids made years ago, even one about a fixed white tomcat named Millie. The angel we bought years ago is still doing her job, flashing away at the top, just as she has for what seems like forever. It won’t be the same if her little porcelain head gets broken.
Just now, I stop and realize it’s a comedy of errors here at the house. I’m typing on a laptop computer, over a wireless connection and while my desk lamp is burned out, I’m using lamp oil light from an Aladdin lamp to illuminate the keyboard for my dim eyes.
This changing world we live in would not be believed by my 2 Grand Daddies if they were still living. Young 20 something sweethearts going dancing at the Old Farmer’s Ball (it’s a contra dance) and working out their schedules on computers with email and cell phones.
Maybe the reason we start driving slower as we age is in order to make this ride last longer.
Tags: bill monroe, cat, cell phone, christmas, dancing, email, new year, north carolina, politic
