The last piece of pumpkin pie has been et; ditto the last slice of bird and the final scoop of sweet taters laced with marshmallows. Twelve bottles of wine were guzzled by fourteen adults. Six little boys dressed in Packer jerseys emblazoned with #12, huddled in a clump studying the oldest kid’s (age 12) new-fangled hi-tech thing. A middle-aged lady in the group said she wonders what #12 looks like naked. It wasn’t me. I’m too old to wonder.
All in all, floor 17 celebrated the day when the Pilgrims began giving Native Americans the short end of the stick. The Packers creamed the Lions.
Today, herds of the innocent stormed stores for the latest Black Friday deals. Some even used pepper spray to move to the head of the line. Pepper spray is big news these days. Obama forgot to mention “God” in a speech, but I’m thinking that God will forgive our President, though Newt Gingrinch won’t, but what the heck, my God is a woman who could care less about the Grinch named Newt.
So here we go headed for the holidays….my 50s aluminum tree is assembled and decorated with 50s ornaments. Under the tree is a Julie Lindemann and Johny Shimon photograph of the Manitowoc man who “invented” the aluminum trees, by figuring out a way to use leftover aluminum scraps from World War II. Next to the photograph is a Shimon & Lindemann book detailing their collection of aluminum trees.
An envelope was slipped under my door today. It details the 1.6 percent rise in my monthly condo fee, effective January 1, 2012. Ho Ho Ho.
