Sunrise
Sam says this is what the sunrise looked like this morning:
Nice, huh? I didn't see it myself, as I didn't get in till after midnight last night -- plane delays. Oh, how lovely is the cell phone system we finally broke down and bought! Hi, honey, I'm in the San Diego airport; the plane's delayed! Hi, honey, I'm on the ground, but I have to go get my baggage! Hi, honey, found my car!
Whatever.
At one point I called Sam from San Diego, and he was in the Wallmart parking lot in Columbia, South Carolina. This was very impressive to us. The child, however, was not impressed. Parking lot, phone booth -- makes no difference to him, he told me. One of those 21st century children.
Whatever.
I got through the corrugated ribbing of the "Queen Anne's Lace" pullover -- pictures tomorrow. Today, we've got kids and grandkids coming, and then I need to start the blackeyed peas for tomorrow -- many of you out there know very well that if you don't eat blackeyed peas and collard greens on New Year's day your life goes all to hell in a handbasket over the course of the year on account of your running out of money.
I grew up eating them plain, but now I live with a South Carolinian -- they've inherently got more taste than East Texans, I believe, which I'm allowed to say only on account of having deep ancestral allegiances there, so don't BE agreeing with me here, all you Virginians --- and so now I cook Hoppin' John every year for New Year's, and we're so happy about that.
A good year to all. See you in 2004.
Nice, huh? I didn't see it myself, as I didn't get in till after midnight last night -- plane delays. Oh, how lovely is the cell phone system we finally broke down and bought! Hi, honey, I'm in the San Diego airport; the plane's delayed! Hi, honey, I'm on the ground, but I have to go get my baggage! Hi, honey, found my car!
Whatever.
At one point I called Sam from San Diego, and he was in the Wallmart parking lot in Columbia, South Carolina. This was very impressive to us. The child, however, was not impressed. Parking lot, phone booth -- makes no difference to him, he told me. One of those 21st century children.
Whatever.
I got through the corrugated ribbing of the "Queen Anne's Lace" pullover -- pictures tomorrow. Today, we've got kids and grandkids coming, and then I need to start the blackeyed peas for tomorrow -- many of you out there know very well that if you don't eat blackeyed peas and collard greens on New Year's day your life goes all to hell in a handbasket over the course of the year on account of your running out of money.
I grew up eating them plain, but now I live with a South Carolinian -- they've inherently got more taste than East Texans, I believe, which I'm allowed to say only on account of having deep ancestral allegiances there, so don't BE agreeing with me here, all you Virginians --- and so now I cook Hoppin' John every year for New Year's, and we're so happy about that.
A good year to all. See you in 2004.
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