It is Christmas Eve. I just looked through the presents to see what is there for me. Ha!! I noticed that the train is partially derailed. I am too tired now to put it back on the track, but I will have to fix it before the kids get here in the morning. Colin is too young to realize what is going on this year, but wait until next year. The excitement should prove interesting. I can hardly wait to watch. Daniel just called. He stored his son's new weight bench in my garage, and tonight we moved it to his house in preparation for morning. He sure is doing well. Aaron is now in football, so he will need to work out a lot. Daniel found Olympic weight sets, and they appear brand new. I hope he uses them. It is really cold here, for California. I see the thermometer just dropped to 39 degrees. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr! I hope it does not freeze. Soon the freeze protect on the pool will start up and run all night. Maybe it will not get that cold. I went out for last minute things at K Mart this afternoon, and there was not the usual crowds. This is a shock to me. Each check stand that was open only had maybe three people in line. Walmart probably has twenty people in line. Was I in the wrong place? I think not. I was in and out in record time. I consider my time worth more that getting a lower price. I never look for the lowest price. I think that is a deceiving indicator of value. Low price means nothing to me unless it is considered in the context of total value received. I seek the best exchange of money for total benefit. The way I buy gas is the best example that comes to mind. When all the cars are lined up at a gas station where the price is lower than anyone else in town, I go across the street where the price is listed higher, and drive right up to the pumps. I compete with no one else for my gas. Why save a couple of dollars when the aggravation level is low. I will pay more for less hassle. I would rather be free of the congestion than saving some insignificant amount of money. Christmas time really evokes memories of Holidays past, or should I say Hok-a-days past. I can remember most of them in detail. I really do like this time of year. When I was in Junior High, Christmas vacation meant two weeks of working on my bicycles and usually refurbishing one. I am tired. More later. |