Saturday, December 26, 2015
The Day After Christmas
Well, we got through another Christmas
didn't we folks?
Tis the day after Christmas and nary a . . . . what? Mouse was scurrying through the house? I hope not. Something like that anyway.
I for one am glad all this Christmas excess is over with. Oh for sure, I like some aspects of Christmas but don't you think "the holidays" start way too early? I don't know about you but I saw my first Christmas displays at the END OF AUGUST. Excuse the blasphemy but "for Chrissakes" (pun intended).
I'm always relieved when I don't have to hear Santa actors faux laughing"HO! HO!" ing on the TV commercials and car salesmen dressed as elves shouting "GUARANTEED!" as they spew their lies about giving you big bucks for your trade in.
Yesterday I took Bill and myself down to the Rehoboth Beach boardwalk. I have my own little tradition of cleaning out my freezer and giving the largess to the sea gulls on the beach. Bill says "Isn't it illegal to feed the birds?" I answer "Of course it is what what isn't illegal at Rehoboth Beach?" Rehoboth Beach has so many rules and regulations
that I gave up on trying to be a good little boy and obeying all of them. It's not going to be the end of the world if I throw out those lousy seasoned frozen Ore Ida French Fries. What was I thinking when I bought those?
So we drove down a foggy and occasional rain showered Route One to Rehoboth. I parked by the Henlopen Hotel where I usually park those rare times I go into Rehoboth these days. I parked right up near the boardwalk entrance. I could hear a squawking kid on the beach. Always someone on the beach. Squawking kids are my favorites. NOT.
I did a quick 180, looking for the Beach Patrol. Seeing none, I opened the hatchback of my Subaru and retrieved the plastic Walmart back of the aforementioned lousy Ore Ida Seasoned French Fries and two big packed of wraps. I no longer do hummus wraps for lunch, I each my hummus with pita chips now. More information that you needed to know perhaps but this is my blog. All info, all the time.
The sand was went beneath my shoes as I big footed it to the beach to dump my Christmas Treat for the sea gulls. Sand in my car!
With the squawking kid providing beach ambiance in the background, I dump my freezer rejects on the wet sand.
Before I got back to the boardwalk I heard the Lookout Seagull drown out the Squawking Kid to let his or her flock know that there were goodies on the beach for them this Christmas morning.
I returned to our car and a waiting Bill. I killed two birds yesterday morning. I fed the birds and took Bill for his ride.
Thus Christmas 2015 is ended. We had a good day folks. I hope you did too.