Tuesday, December 24, 2013
I love tangents. I’ll talk tangents. Write tangents. Just don’t expect me to stay on the same topic. While writing this, I’m watching Holidays & Happenings on the Dish. I’ve never heard of Tommy Emmanuel.I haven’t listened to Christmas music that often. I think that Christmas music shouldn’t start before Thanksgiving. Today I saw a display for Valentine’s Day. Really? We’re not even done with Christmas. Guess if someone wants to kill two birds with one rock, you can give Valentine’s Candy for a stocking stuffer.
Today’s day two in Florence, Oregon. We took the dogs to the beach. Ricky and Abby had never seen the ocean before; they had never run on the beach before. Lucy is an old hand when it comes to chasing the surf and sea gulls.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t paying attention to my camera settings. Instead of automatically focusing, the camera was expecting me to manually focus. Since I didn’t do that. All of the pictures are just a blur.Yesterday, I wrote about how I would be comparing Clam Chowders in Florence to see who had the best. Well, so far Surfside Restaurant has the best since I didn’t have any today. I did, however, have an amazing meal of Crab and steamed mussels. I started off with the mussels, about a pound and a half, though I’m not sure what the weight would have been without the shells. They were tasty all on their own, but the flavor was enhanced with garlicy butter.
I enjoyed taking apart the Crab while watching the Oregon State University Beavers dismantle the Boise State Smurf’s. Typically, I cheer for anyone who the Beavers are playing, but not this time.
Peggy Lee is not casting a Christmas Spell on me with her song…Last night we watched White Christmas with Bing Crosby. Why don’t I recognize female actors of this time. I know the name Rosemary Clooney, but there’s no way I could identify her as I do with someone like Danny Kaye.
I’m not looking forward to the New Walter Mitty movie. It’s not like the Thurber story. I liked the Danny Kaye version of my most favorite short story. Perhaps one of these days I’ll re-write my version of My Secret Life of Susan Honthumb that I wrote i
n 1972 for a class assignment. What I never could understand is that in the Thurber classic, Walter is nagged by his wife, but in the movie, he’s nagged by his mother.
I sure love James Taylor. He’s singing “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.” I’d have to say that his rendition is one of my favorites, though the only other vocalist who could match him would be Kenny Loggins.
I don’t remember when I set upon the adventure of blogging every day, but I think this is my 18th, seventeen in a row. I love it. Even if I’m the only one reading it. I think it’s time to take the dogs out for their last nightly stroll. Goodnight all.