Only Seven More Days To Go Until the "Big C"....

ONLY SEVEN MORE days to go until the "BIG C" and every kid under 100 will be ecstatic!

Kesley informed me Sunday at church that he already had his Christmas column written.

Good for Kes. I don't!

I'm going to write it today, though. I don't want to be bothered with having to write it Monday: besides, the paper is going to be printed on Tuesday of next week.

I'm thinking of printing the Gettysburg Address or the Preamble to the Constitution, or some other document that will fill up this space next week. Nobody has the time to read ETAOIN SHRDLU, anyhow, on Christmas week.

I don't have my Christmas shopping done yet, nor does it look like I'm going to have the time or opportunity to get it done.

The dialysis center isn't even going to give me a free day. They have even re-scheduled me for a couple of other days, "for my convenience"! I told Dr. Mina, the doctor on call, that I had just as soon have a day off, if it was alright with him.

He replied that he would just as soon I didn't!

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I GOT A TYPICAL Christmas letter, along with a copy of a column from my pen pal, Bob Steinmetz, in the mail last Wednesday, which went the route of all Christmas letters.

It told of his participation in the Oskaloosa, Kansas, old timers parade. He was the one cleaning up the road after the horses had passed by.

He told of getting rid of Sammie, the poodle, just because he anointed his floor--not with oil--instead of waiting until he was outside: because he was a rowdy puppy instead of affectionate, like his departed female dog, Ginger Lee.

I can't understand his doing that. He had Sammie for seven months! He should have wormed his way unto Bob's affection by that time.

We acquired Little Bit about the same time and Little Bit has "established" herself in our household, solidly!

She still occasionally deposits a chunk, just after she comes back after a trip to the backyard. She always goes on a floor that is tile, so it can be easily cleaned up and looks on with the proper remorse over having caused us an inconvenience.

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I RECEIVED MY first Christmas present the other day, and have already eaten it up.

Catherine Player sent me over a tray filled with divinity, without nuts. With nuts would have been better, but as you know, I'm not supposed to eat nuts on my renal diet.

I say "supposed". I "fudge"