Five Golden Things
Every time I watch Scrooged, I wish Frank would get his head out of his ass during the Frisbie the Dog scene and just go with Claire to Dave and Kate’s, like they planned. Who dumps Karen Allen in her prime? Nobody.
This morning, Fin sat down in front of me while I put on my shoes, and said, “Hey, Dad, I like your socks. Where are my socks?” Now, that’s like thoughts and ideas and a couple sentences coming out of this kid. That’s something I thought might never happen. God Bless Us, Every One.
Tonight is a live Nativity featuring my brother’s kids and it’s within walking distance of my friends’ house, where there will be a dinner party going on. I may or may not witness the Glad Tidings of Great Joy with a slight buzz on this evening.
This morning, I just happened to notice Spotify now has everything ever recorded by Frank Zappa. It feels like Christmas or something. A miracle!
I swore I’d be ready for the end if it was coming, but I’m pretty sure I’m not. There’s still stuff I want to do, places I want to go, people I want to meet. There’s a lot of bad stuff, but there’s a lot of good stuff, too. Man, it’s a wonderful life.