December 26, 2004

Boxing Day, 2004

Rainbow's End

DAY 191

 

Americans don't call this Boxing Day. I think Boxing Day is a British concept. I recall that we had a discussion about this with Front Desk Deborah at YMCA Of The Ozarks. My understanding of the origins of Boxing Day are different than Joanne's. Hers make more sense than mine.

Today was another sunny, cold day. Today should be the last of the cold days. Yesterday's bright sunshine warmed the afternoon, but the evening and night were cold. We were watching on the TV news yesterday about the snow in Houston, and on the Gulf Coast, at Galveston. It's odd that there is snow south of here, but not here. It's because of the moisture in the air from the Gulf Of Mexico. We're just far enough inland here to have drier air. There was snow in Texas 15 years ago in December of 1989, but this is the first time since weather records have been kept that Texas has had snow on Christmas. You're welcome !

Bo had us up for awhile in the middle of the night as he tried, for quite some time, to vomit. He was unsuccessful. Poor little fellow. This morning he was constipated. Perhaps eating an entire rawhide bone in one sitting wasn't such a good idea. We won't permit that again. This morning he chewed the neck strap on my camera. Bad dog ! It's been a long time since we've had to "dog proof" our home.

This afternoon, we went to the "leftovers lunch" at the Activity Centre. After lunch, George Cantelon invited me to play a game of pool with him. First time I've played pool in over 30 years. That will be my excuse for my pathetic performance. Joanne went with Doris back to their motorhome, and they discussed travel plans while George beat me soundly at the pool table.

We invited them over this evening to watch a movie with us, since George can't remember how to work their VCR. HA HA HA ! Their large, quite new motorhome is filled with electronic gadgets that George keeps forgetting how to program.

We took Bo for a long walk late in the afternoon. The temperature had climbed up into the mid-60's.

We spent the evening watching a movie, and chatting, with George and Doris, who are leaving here tomorrow. We watched "Meet The Parents", because some other Escapees here said we had to see it to make sense of the sequel which is playing in the theatres now. George and Doris are in their late seventies, and are "retired" farmers.Their three adult sons now run their 4500 acre farm just east of Lake Huron in Ontario. George still works on the farm somewhat each fall. Maybe farmers never can retire in a traditional sense.

DSK