Christmas time is here

Christmas time is here. Can you hear the children's chorus singing with the jazz band?

We left Dunwoody on Saturday for Knoxville. It was overcast and looked like rain, which we encountered several times on our journey. The temperature in Georgia was around sixty degrees.

It was raining when we arrived in Knoxville on Saturday morning and the rain continued on into the night. I had driven to Krogers and bought the ingredients for dressing. That afternoon and evening, I worked on the dressing for this coming Wednesday evening.

Sunday morning arrived and the temperature had been racheted down about thirty degrees so that it was quite cold when we exited the house to go to church. It was clear and sunny. One of those mornings when the view outside your car hides the actual feel of the morning.

Kate and her grandfather left early and were sitting in the car in the parking lot at church when we arrived. Cindy and I had exited the house and were waiting on her mother to join us. The door opened and closed and no mother in law. We waited and waited. I pulled down the driveway in case she were exiting through the front door. As it turned out, she did come out that way. After struggling to get her into our backseat, which apparently is much higher than her Toyota, we drove to church and listened to her mother relate the story of how she tried to exit the house out the side door and set off the alarm and then had to wait until the alarm service called so she could give them the code to ensure we didn't get arrested as we left the neighborhood.

But we finally navigated our way to church, only to find Kate and her grandfather still sitting in the car in the parking lot. I dropped the ladies off at the front door to the church and then parked in a nearby space.

There was a lot of Christmas music in the service. Only two carols for us to sing. But the music was nice. Later, Kate and I exited together and did some shopping for Cindy and Megan. Kate was hungry, so I stopped at Starbucks and bought her a little scone and some coffee. As is our practice at this time of year, Kate drank the coffee; I drank some hot chocolate.

Later, after two meals, I drove back home to Griffin and turned up the heat and turned up the lights and lay on the couch in front of the television until I had napped sufficiently to allow me to go into the bedroom and go to sleep.

Getting old is sometimes boresome.

This morning the temperature was in the low twenties in Griffin and the surrounding towns south of the city. After work today, I will do some shopping in Fayetteville. Perhaps I will eat at the Louisiana Kitchen or the cafeteria. Tomorrow I will finish the week and drive back to Knox-town, after a quick stop in Dunwoody and Sandy Springs. Then, back to home on Friday and on to St. Pete on Saturday. What a fun week this will be.

Time will be barfing Christmas all week.

Barf, Barf, Barf. Barf, Barf, Barf. Barf, Barf, Barf, Barf, Barf.

[That was to the tune of Jingle Bells.]