The Yuletide Express! ~

The weather forecast is for heavy rain changing to snow squalls with temps dropping from our present 65F here to the low 30's by tomorrow night. Sounds like good weather for our annual Yuletide Express A/Bus trip to Winterthur and Longwood Gardens, does it not? Yes, it does indeed. In fact, the two previous RV trips up there have featured similarly miserable weather, with the difference that until this year we've always done the round-trip in one long day. This time, our guests will stay at a Holiday Inn Express nearby whilst we snuggle down in the A/Bus. Ahhhhh.
This has to be at least 15 years we've been doing this annual trip. We might've missed one or two, but not many. It's a great way to mark the return of Yuletide acknowledge the passing of another year.
Speaking of C'mas, my stock around here rose immeasurably with the arrival of a White House C'mas card from George and Laura, addressed to moi! M used to get them for years while and after she was the Archives' White House liaison, but why I should suddenly pop up on their list of Worthies, I cannot imagine.
Meanwhile, note the total disintegration of the socio-politico fabric of Chicago civilisation after the Power Structure messed with Caroline. Mess with her karma and the whole machine flings itself to pieces. She, meanwhile, is working hard on a deal which will be divulged if and when it comes to fruition. Thursday is a Big Day for that venture and it is truly the Lord's work, so keep it in prayer.
Today is Holly's birthday! Woo hoooo! I'm sure they're out celebrating this eve, assuming Dr Brado isn't re-attaching heads down at the ER.
And I failed to acknowledge Lill's on Sunday, but far as I know she can't be bothered with her brother's blog so no harm, no foul. (I DID remember to note it to her privately, I hasten to add.)
Monday was the last day of my Agony & Ecstacy Writing Tour, finishing my ethics article at 11pm that came out at EXACTLY 9,500 words. When I saw it would be close (within ten), I trimmed it to hit the bulls-eye. That's like making a great landing when flying solo; nobody but the pilot knows, and that's more than reason enough.
Tuesday noon I did about 20 minutes' worth of solo caroling and song-leading for about 75 people at the annual GovLand Garden Club holiday party. Afterwards I foreswore a trip to Costco with M so as to accomplish a MUCH-needed task: cleaning out the garage, which has been a Vast Wasteland since this summer. Since the wedding, really. Whatever, it is now much better, that of course being a relative term.
While doing so I listened to a CD of an early-60's Kingston Trio concert at the Santa Monica Civic Auditorium; the recording was semi-pro at best (it wasn't released as a record) and in overall effect it wasn't THAT far above one of our better Coachmen concerts.
Above, yes, certainly, don't get me wrong; I'm not delusional.
Okay, not THAT delusional.
Yuletide ho ! ~