Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Merle Travis, born in 1917. He was a Singer of Twangy Songs.
Yesterday was gonna be Thanksgiving except that lotsa stores have turned it into a shopping day. We went ahead and celebrated Thanksgiving anyhow, with our son in his new house in Baltimore.
His new house in Baltimore is somewhere in the innermost convolutions of the city. One of these days I'm gonna consult Google Maps and see if there's any way in and out less convoluted than how Princess Henrietta the Navigator (our GPS gadget) navigates us.
Anyhow, we did a Turducken, that rolled roast of alternating layers of turkey, duck, and chicken, that up until a few years ago was a peculiar dish of a few local communities where they go around singing twangy songs most of the time, but in recent years has become more widely popular.
And on the trip up and back we noticed all Wal Mart stores were open and the parking lots were full. I can't imagine anybody so sore-headedly opposed to celebrating that they'd actually go shopping on a day canonically reserved for celebrating. But I guess there certainly must be lotsa such folks.
And so today is another day to avoid going anywhere near any stores. We're gonna put up our super-high-tech remote-control Christmas tree, the one that lets you sit in your armchair across the room and change the color scheme with a remote controller. Talk about the ridiculous extreme of idiotic decadence!
Happy Idiotic Decadence!
Signs of life