All the Christmas candy is gone from the supermarket already.
They do this every year. A few days before Christmas they clear the shelves of the Santa-shaped chocolates and peppermint bark to make room for the Valentine’s Day candy. That’s right, it’s not even January yet the shelves are already filled with candy hearts, boxes of chocolate decorated with red bows, and lovey-dovey stuffed animals with candy attached to their paws.
By February 11, all of that Valentine’s Day candy will be gone, replaced with whatever they sell for St. Patrick’s Day. Something green I suppose.
Have a great and safe New Year’s Eve. I’m staying in so I don’t break my quarter century- long streak of staying in on New Year’s Eve.
Here’s to 2017.
Thirty seconds later, dad fell into the tree. That’s the last time mom let him have three glasses of egg nog before putting up the decorations.
New column up. Have a great Christmas!
I had this whole essay planned – about how CERTAIN PEOPLE I KNOW don’t actually listen to the voice mails I leave them, instead just scrolling through their missed calls and seeing I called and calling me back, so I have to repeat the entire message I left for them – but then I remembered that I had already written about the exact same thing a couple of years ago. So go read that if you want to read a rant about phones and voice mail and how people use them these days.
It snowed overnight. A couple of inches, so I went out this morning and shoveled the stairs and put down some rock salt (oh, sorry, ICE MELT, because nobody at the store knows what rock salt is anymore, apparently). But most of it was gone just a few hours later as the white turned to silver, or whatever color rain is. Supposed to be in the 50s tomorrow, then the 30s return.
I’ll be mailing out the next Letter on Monday, so some of you will get it before Christmas and some of you will get it after Christmas. Who knows when you’ll get yours? It’s a cliffhanger!
New column up. Have a great weekend.