So, here it is, Christmas, AGAIN!
It's been a wild and wooly (well, wooly for me is considerably, like, thinner than it used to be) year. Lotsa good stuff has happened, but I can't remeber what it was!
Life here in Upstate NY is interesting. We had a late start to summer and then a long, lingering fall. We've had less than 2 inches of snow the last I heard. Usually by this time we're up to our butts in the white (well, okay, gray) stuff and not having picked up all the junk in the yard doesn't seem like that much of an issue. It's been pretty warm (relatively speaking), only getting as low as the single digits once or twice--it's currently about 30 degrees @ 7:45 AM.
The house is slowly getting to the point where it looks like a house. I could show you some pikchoors, but I don't want to scare anybody!
Buddy The Wonder Dog, my new roommate is currently sleeping under a nice warm fleece, on the rocking chair which is about 3 feet away from the pellet stove. He's snug as a bug in a rug and I'm sure he's dreaming about the squirrels that he can never catch in meatspace. Pretty soon, we'll go out for a Christmas Constitutional and he'll be checking every tree, shrub, utility pole and guy and any people moving too slowly to escape, to see if his property markers are still in good order. Then we'll come home and he'll have his breakfast of roast beef, sweet potatoes, rice and green beans while I enjoy my special Christmas Gruel ( the same ol', same ol', oatmeal with craisins, pecans & maple syrple). Then we'll sit around till lunchtime when I will have some roast beef, sweet potatoes, rice and green beans AND some more special Christmas Gruel (but in honor of the day, it will be flambeed with a cup of Everclear and a soupcon of Dr. McGillicuddy's peppermint schnapps). Buddy will be havin' teh kibble.
In years past I have written "humorous" Christmas letters, chock-full-o-nuttiness, about the fictional goings on of various celebrities and politicians. I was thinking about doing that this year, but due to a shortage of the Rumnog and my Muse's having run off with the UPS guy, I was unable to conjure up the requisite imagery. I suggest, instead, that you simply google "GOP primary" or watch a marathon of those "Hollywood" exposee thingies. I cannot (at least in the last 30 years) take enough illicit substances to conjure up the sorts of fiction that is, in fact, fact out there in LAlaland and down in D.C.
I wish you all a very Merry Christmas (if that's what floats your boat) or other holiday festiveissnees. I look forward to visiting as many of you as possible in the next year--and I WILL be travelling with Buddy (he's got an Amex Black!) so get out the guest waterbowl!
Cheers and warmest regards from your favorite uncle/peace loving dope.
4 comments:
A very hippy hollerdaze to you and buddy and even the squirrelz!
Mr. Reverend Paperboy, Sir:
I've been giving Buddy some nice roast beef that a friend of mine had left over from a function he ran last week. I told him it's skwerl. He knows I'm lying; he does not care.
It was a good Christmas up here. Mrs. Bukko cooked up an entire 5.2 kg turkey (that's 12 lbs for you primitives using the antiquated Kinglish Imperial system of weighs and measurements) for the two of us, just because she wanted some leftover white meat to make sandwiches out of for the next week. She's THAT into turkey sandwiches. Plus stuffing made with sourdough bread (not a good bread, turned too glutinous inside the bird, perhaps because we had brined the turkey for 12 hours, making it extra-moist.) The usual other trimmings, and two bottles of alcohol, a Veuve Cliquot champagne and a 2007 Canadian chardonnay. (We didn't drink all of both bottles that night.)
No snow on the ground here in town, but I can see it on the mountaintops when the rain lets up. Job's going great, and we spirited enough glittery metal home from Europe this year that we're well set for the zombie apocalypse. It doesn't seem fair that my life is going so smoothly while it goes to shit everywhere else. But we planned for getting to where we are, so it's not mere luck.
The only worry is that Mrs. Bukko now says we ought to move back to Australia. And she was the one who hated it so much that we left. (After getting permanent residency rights, though, so we can move back without visa hassles.) She's convinced that things are going to go fer shit big-time in the U.S. and it will drag Canuckrainia down with it, even before the 2012 illictions. She's got pretty good instincts and spidey-sense, does my wife. I'm getting worried. Might have to adopt a new screen name one of these months.
I guess you'll become, "Bukko from Wherevahstan" then. I'm sure you're right about MurKKKa goin' in the shitter but I'll sit tight--couldn't afford a bus ticket to Peoria, comes to that!
Buddy's had his third outside perambulation of the day and now he's sitting, snug and dry in his rocking chair, just waiting for me to go to bed. He's better company than a lot of people.
Cheers for 2012.
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