Beautiful bright warm December day . . .

My seventy-second Bluebird; perfect.

Find it hard to believe that we're at the end of the year and it is a balmy 50 degrees in bright sunshine. Will have to go for my walk after the UCONN women finish beating up on SMU. It is ridiculous that the powers that be have put UCONN basketball in jeopardy with the American Athletic Conference. It is the dunce conference and UCONN basketball does not deserve it; football yes. UCONN football is an oxymoron. I don't understand the politics of college sports but obviously, as usual, Connecticut is a loser. The only thing left that is fairly decent in Connecticut is UCONN basketball and Mother Nature. Dégoûtant.

Oh well, Grampa is at the flying field on this gorgeous day. We brought Kiddo home from his Frication and I'm keeping fingers crossed that we don't end up with his terrible cold. Wow, he's caught a doozy. He was sick before and during Christmas. Seemed a little better today. We had a really nice small clan Christmas dinner. The roast beast was excellent and tonight we will eat the remaining slice along with turnip, mashed potatoes and Caesar salad. Tomorrow I will make soup with the bones I've already cooked up. Really don't want to think about taking the tree down because it is looking so fine. I may give it until 2015!

Quote:  Of nineteen out of twenty things in children, take no special notice; but if, as to the twentieth, you give a direction or command, see that you are obeyed  ___Tryon Edwards