Christmas is coming, I've never eaten goose but I am getting fat.

This and that:

Tradition was, and I guess still is - in Germany, the UK, to have goose as fare for Christmas.  Not so much in the US.

Love SHOULD BE the MO this week, BUT, I just watched the weather...the next week the high temps started with a 3, 4 and 5.  To anyone who has 6, 7 and 8, I hate you.

This weekend, and next weekend are predicted to be 'the worst two driving weekends of the year', whatever that means.

I'm gonna preach. OH PLEASE NO VICTURD!  It's not like you think. Instead of a gofundme to finance wine, beer, fatty foods, I'm gonna get ordained online and marry folks, my get (sauced, fat) rich scheme.

JK.

Please know, and I know you do but, we all need reminders.

While this is certainly a Blessed time of year it is, can be very sad, mournful - and many, mask it, dont/won't discuss - but it's there and it's real.

Every where we go there are reminders.  I had the privilege of being in a relationship for several years with a really cool person who happened to be widow. Without any warning, songs, dates, aromas, much - would bring unexplained tears that somehow didn't need explained.

Love and support- good gosh hug and love every opportunity we get.

Off pulpit. Going out and about to drive like an idiot with the rest of em.  Get me some breakfast,  get fatter, and to dodge goose poop.  Seems the fatter they get, the more they poop.

Smiles, sometimes, can be apparel.  Love them, sure, but, love the underneath as well.

Love, Peace and Soul, 

Victurd