Christmas comes and goes and this year it was a traditional tamale dinner with family. Not that I have anything against turkey and ham, but I do love the tamales. And rice. And chips and salsa! Beer on tap in the house! I'm telling you, that's the good stuff. I'm pretty sure that's what Mary served to Joseph just a few hours after she gave birth to our Lord and Savior. Nom, nom, nom, nom, nom...
This Christmas was quite enjoyable, as I was reminded of the importance and value of family. After one of the worst economic years on my personal record, I had occasion to count my blessings. Although the possibility of bankruptcy of many of my friends, myself, AND the country as a whole continues to loom large on the horizon, I find myself basking in the warmth of family.
I learned recently that I will be blessed with a grandchild in the summer of 2012. My family members are healthy and we maintain contact often. Life is good. And another thing...
HDTV. My son and daughter-in-law decided to drag me kicking and screaming into the new century. They accomplished this with a Christmas present this year. It was a glorious conspiracy between them and Mama Murphy and I was completely floored by it. My brother and his family compounded the damage with a gift of a Blu-Ray player.
Hell, up to now I was pretty cool with VHS.
42 inches of high-definition digital visual heaven! I had no idea how a simple living room could be converted into an extravaganza of visual enlightenment and grandiosity! Oh, yes, I WILL use the big words... Well, to be honest, I did have an idea, since I have seen the big screen at my son's home, BUT THIS ONE'S IN MY HOUSE!
The first thing I watched on the new window to the soul of the universe? That's right. "Happy Feet" Oh, how those penguins can dance! That big, fat Emperor looked like he would fit nicely on a barbecue spit in my back yard and some of those small Chinstraps would make nice kabobs.
The High-Def leaves me looking forward to seeing one of those cooking shows detailing how to cook exotic animals. I don't think I'll need help with the gutting and skinning. Kind of like a big dove. On steroids. In Japan.