What’s With the Birds?

It’s a sunny day, cool but not cold, blue skies–nice weather for enjoying a cigar and catching some sunshine (which I think will do me good). Weather-wise, it was a day very like yesterday.

The trees around us have all lost their leaves; but yesterday–just yesterday, mind you–those trees were full of birds, like a fine crop of black fruit. And squirrels scampered around the yard.

But today… the whole time I was out there, I didn’t see a single bird. No, not one.

Where were they? Can anyone explain it?

I suspect it means we’re in for a change in the weather.

‘God Bless Us Every One’

This is theme music for A Christmas Carol, 1984, starring George C. Scott and directed by Clive Donner. I say it’s a very good thing with which to close out the year!

If it’s about nothing else, A Christmas Carol is about repentance. That ought to be an important enough theme for any and all of us.

Well, At Least We’ve Got This

For Patty and me, this year, 2024, has been a real stinker. We could’ve used a few hundred visits from Norbert the therapy dog.

Well, I could’ve died, but I didn’t.

And we’ve got our country back! It’ll take a long time and tons of hard work to undo the damage wrought by SloJo Biden & Co., but it’s well worth doing. In fact, we’ll be very, very sorry if we don’t get around to doing it.

For this we ought to be profoundly grateful. We have another chance to set things right. Let’s give it everything we’ve got… and pray the Lord will bless us.

‘All Glory Be to Christ’

(Sorry I’m so late. More on that a little later.)

I love this hymn by King’s Kaleidoscope, perfect for New Year’s Eve: All Glory Be to Christ, sung to the tune of Auld Lang Syne. Play it again tonight–you’ll know when.

Back from the Doctor’s

I felt kind of like a frog trying to jump out of a deep bucket. But at least the doctor was happy: rectal cancer gone, kaput, sayonara, finished.

He’d still like to operate on the colon cancer–say six weeks from now. I have never had abdominal surgery. I wonder how long I’ll be stuck in the hospital.

Anyhow, it’s supposed to be good news, my wife thinks so, my sister thinks so, and any opinion I might have would be based on ignorance and fear. That works for foreign policy, but isn’t so great for everyday life.

By Request, ‘Son of God’

Sorry, no nooze today. I invited readers to request it, but got no takers. So we’re doing Christmas songs and a little bit of other stuff.

Requested by Phoebe: Son of God, by Michael W. Smith

(I think I have time to have a cigar…)

Return to Scurveyshire (‘Oy, Rodney’)

Oy Rodney – Lee Duigon

Well! It’s been almost two months since the Frothing Dragon invaded Scurveyshire and I, for my part, was carted off to the hospital. This left Violet Crepuscular, The Queen of Suspense, with no way to carry on in print.

She did carry on in the streets, though.”Editors! Publishers! Ingrates! You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! Skink-eaters!” (That was a new one on me.)

“Here I’ve written an interminable romance–” Oy, Rodney, for those who haven’t paid attention–“five hundred and thirty chapters!–and all I get is this alibi about some bald guy in the hospital!” That was me. *Sigh*

And this is all to cover up the fact that she got as far as she got, writing this leviathan of failure, only to succumb to writer’s block. She hadn’t written a word since I got whisked away on the ambulance. Some would call that love.

So what about the Frothing Dragon?

Beats me! I’ll still celebrating WordPress letting me post a stationary image.

Wouldn’t you know it’d be Violet’s favorite image.

By Request, ‘What Child Is This?’

Requested by Phoebe: What Child Is This?, sung by Chris Tomlin. So many lovely versions of it! This is one of them.

We’ll never post all the Christmas carols–but let’s post as many as we can.

My Day Today

We can listen to more carols this morning (Do You Hear What I Hear? by Martina McBride), but for me the whole afternoon will be taken up with various errands… and a visit to the doctor’s office.

I’ve lost track of what the assorted doctors mean to do to me. I didn’t used to be afraid of doctors–but boy howdy, that’s changed! There’s only so much pain that anyone can stand. I think I’m close to using up my quota.

I’ll try to touch base when I get back.

By Request, ‘Gloria’

Several of you wanted to hear this today–a most unusual Christmas carol, performed by Michael W. Smith: Gloria. First nominated by SemperSoloDeoGloria

I got up a bit early today (very bad night!), so let’s see how I handle this blog.