Three French Hens

A very busy three days since my last post. Christmas Eve night, instead of waiting for Santa Claus, I spent the night trying to sleep while my sister and father did their best imitations of Keith Olbermann and Sean Hannity, respectively. It all started harmlessly enough:

Dad: Good night baby. I wished you lived closer so we could see you more.
Sister: I can't move closer because y'all think everything I do is wrong.
Dad: No we don't.
Sister: George Bush is a [obscenities redacted] idiot.
Dad: Well, Barack Hussein Obama . . .
Sister: Why do you call him Hussein? You hate him.

I asked nicely if they could have the conversation somewhere other than right outside the door of the room I was sleeping in. In so many words, the answer was no. I walked the dog (not a euphemism) at 1 a.m. Christmas morning. By the time I got back the volume and location of the discussion moved, so I got some sleep.

I woke up early Christmas morning and went to Jacob's house for Christmas day dinner. We exchanged gifts with the family, and then enjoyed a bountiful feast with a houseful of relatives. After everyone else left, we played some games with Jacob's family and had a slumber party.

We woke up not so early the next morning, and Dad, Jacob and I went to a cousins house for a Couvillion Men's Meeting. We basically caught up with some of my dad's cousins and their sons, with whom I had spent time while growing up. It was a good visit and good to catch up folks I don't see often. After drinking beer all day, I was exhausted when we finally got home. I fell asleep on the recliner . . .

. . . and woke up early this morning to go play golf. I haven't played in a while, so it was not a great round. I also brought lefty clubs, which don't work for me. The wind was blowing pretty hard, which is why on one long par 5 the three of us in the group got two 11s and a 10. It was a pleasant day to be outside. Dad and I went to lunch and then Mass afterward, and it was good to spend time with him today. Tonight Mom made chicken and rice and gravy, which was excellent, as usual. I also brought my friend Carrie's children their gifts. K liked the Lincoln Logs, because he got some for his friend, but didn't get any himself.

Tomorrow promises to be another fun-filled day, perhaps the most interesting of all.