December 25, 2003
A FINE DAY
We spent the day bonding as the cold-fusion version of the nuclear family today, just the four of us, and it was a nice change. No hydroencephalitic relatives peeing in the sink, no endless miles piled in the Blazer to seek joy and companionship in another's abode. We'll go to Savannah Saturday for a few days, and that will be fantastic, but it was rather nice to spend the time together. Our daily schedules seldom allow it.
The girls slept in until 8:30, giving me the opportunity to read the morning papers to see how many jihadis went to Paradise in their vain attempt to get Pervez, and sip a few cups of Jamaica Blue Mountain & Bailey's.
I cooked cheese omelets and pigs in a blanket for breakfast, the girls' favorite. For dinner I eschewed frying a turkey at the last minute and instead bought lobster tails, steaks, and champagne. Worked out quite well.
Now I have a fire blazing with the windows open, a dry Absolut martini at hand, and I'm listening to the excellent Mambo Sinuendo by Ry Cooder and Manuel Galban, a gift from my sister, and contemplating my golf outing tomorrow with old friends from New York at King and the Bear at World Golf Village. We'll have dinner tomorrow evening at the Ponte Vedra Inn and Club with the selfsame friends, and we'll tip a toast to the Baby Jesus.
Life isn't too bad, even for a bitter old complainer like me.
P.S. Did I mention Kris Kringle stopped by last night, in the guise of my childrens' cybershopping parents? He looked well, although I believe his Atkins regimen is a bit disconcerting.