I woke this morning to a cup of coffee and the Rose Bowl Parade on TV. I don’t know why the announcers think they have to talk constantly with drivel commentary. The parade never ceases to amaze me. From the flowers and “organic material” to the technology - to the figure of how many thousands of gallons of glue that was used.
This afternoon we experienced our first southern Shrimp Boil. Pretty cool. One of those giant pots that you use for deep frying a turkey on a propane flame and filled with water and Cajun spices. You then systematically add potatoes, onions, sausage, small cobs of corn, and jumbo prawns. You’re supposed to dump it all out onto newspaper when done and eat with your hands. We ate with our hands but used plates (how civil).
Then after stuffing our faces at New Years party #1 we were invited to Jonesy’s house (a native of
Y’know, I didn’t really follow the news at all today. It’s a holiday and I took it. Wednesday it’s back to the grindstone for a day then on to the San Francisco Bay Area to visit my near 90-year-old mom and other family. We all need to be nicer to our parents. As they grow older they become more needy – both physically and emotionally. We tend to never find the time to even call them (remember the old Cats in the Cradle song by Harry Chapin?). I, for one, will try to do better in 2008 as this may be the year my mom leaves us. Stop reading right now and call your folks. That’s an order!
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