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Merry Christmas!

It's Christmas! Yay! It's a beautiful, partly sunny day here on the windward side of Hawaii Island. The turkey is cooking and all is right with the world. With our world, anyway. I've seen two of my favorite Christmas movies; It's a Wonderful Life and A Christmas Story. My third favorite is a vintage 1958 version of Dickens' Christmas Carol called Scrooged. Ebineezer is played by fabulous actor named Alistair Sim. He's absolutely the best scrooge ever. George C. Scott runs a close second, but Sim is the winner, hands down. I have a copy of Scrooged on DVD but no longer have a DVD player and left the disks in Colorado anyway. I usually catch it at least once a season on TV. Not this year. Oh well. I'll see it again soon enough.
Next week, I will resume my job quest and gym workouts with gusto. Today, I'll just hang and enjoy life. I have prohibited Ron from using any power tools outside today. I'm just sure the neighbors don't want to hear the buzz of his chainsaw or the roar of the tractor while their trying to enjoy their holiday in peace. Not that I could really prohibit him from doing anything, really. But acknowledge the logic of my argument against doing yard work on Christmas and seems content to watch football and Christmas movies today. Actually, it's not yet noon and he's already taking his first nap. I say it's his first because I'm pretty sure he'll take another after dinner.
By the way, airfares have come down dramatically for bookings from the mainland to the islands in January and February. I'm sure the low fare seats are limited, but if you book now, you might score a screamin' good price.
I hope you all had wonderful Christmas eves and days. A hui hou! Aloha!

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