Thank You Lord for a great New Year's Day, 2018. Dad and I enjoyed ourselves playing with bubbles today. (No, it wasn't the little baby from next door. We already got in trouble for that before y'all.) It was actual water and soap bubbles.
A good time was had by a growing boy, his bubble-master of a dad, and his window peeping mom. She, by the way made me wear that goofy thing on my head. I'm still a little upset about that. I'm smiling mother.
We had been inspired by watching a show-off up north somewhere, make freezing bubbles. They just gradually floated on frosty zephyr's, until falling to the ground and bursting in a slow motion cloud of crystal mist, I said mist. The other crystal stuff makes you think you're gradually floating away on a slow motion cloud. We were not able to achieve either effect. We later found out that's because we are not addicted to vaping.
After that it was off to the greenhouse that sits camouflaged off to one side of the backyard, for some needed repairs. I was very happy! I got to use my pocket knife cutting and poking holes in things...that dad later repaired. I did not wait around to see if he was happy.
The main event of the day followed soon there-after lovingly prepared by my window peeping mom that made me wear that goofy thing on my head. Y'all remember her, right?
We basked in the warmth of my folk's home while dining on the New Year's day ubiquitous servings of black eyed peas with bacon, along with red cabbage smothering sausage, served with cornbread. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, now that's some exciting deliciosity. On this ONE day of gaseous delights, it is fortunate that I live by myself...
Not long after we plopped down on easy chairs and couch, with pants unbuttoned. Weren't y'all's? The afternoon's entertainment, football. Note; I did not say American football, nor shall I ever, it's just football.
We enjoyed a politely thrilling game between the educationally oriented universities that graciously give residence to Oklahoma Sooners and Georgia Bulldogs. I'm not telling you who won or the final score. I'm sorry about that but you can work a remote just like the rest of us. Oh, I feel bad for saying that...okay, I'm over it now.
It was a fantastic start to a fresh dozen of months that God in His grace gives year after year. Let's not take that for granted. I am blessed to know such great folks as y'all. Have a good one.