Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas

Good morning everyone. Santa came to our house but we can't open our stuff yet. Paul went to the SPCA to walk dogs, his new volunteer job. Chris is upstairs in bed with visions of sugarplums dancing in his head. I'm left to admire all the lovely gifts and of course, to share them with you. Even Pepper came down to have a look at the loot. She's the solid black cat next to the window. You should be very honored that she is joining us. She rarely comes downstairs except to shoot out the front door to escape the bedlam.

You are seeing Paul's bike trainer (the green gizmo) before he knows that Santa brought it. Don't tell.

Warm Christmas greetings to all from the Woody menagerie.

A Post about Nothing

One of my sons told me that if I don't update my blog constantly, no one will read it. I think it's too late to worry about that.

I have enjoyed the mountain photo in the previous posting so much that I haven't wanted to make a new entry because now the photo won't display on my feed page.

This morning it is 24 degrees. The formerly feral cats are outside proving their street cred. They run to the deck door and look in as if to say, "Naah, we're not cold at all. We're feral!! Ha ha."

I guess when they need to use the litter box they'll come in since apparently they never learned how to go outdoors in their feral life.

Moses is resting at my feet, having offered to play tug of war with his blue bear, which we did for a few minutes until we both lost interest. It seemed like a lot of work.

We (my husband, not Moses) went to talk to a banker about buying the aforementioned mountain property. That was encouraging. We'll see what happens.

I've been up for about an hour now. Seems like a good time for a nap. It's Saturday, why not.