Preparing to call Dan Sheridan on my "dumb phone." (That's my son Paul and me at the Lincoln Memorial.) (Click photos to enlarge.) |
Yesterday was a day of
rest, a day of hanging around, and a day of putting Dan Sheridan on
speakerphone so that we could place him, face-up, on the coffee table and
conduct a mini Scripture conference together with him, while he was in Chicago
and we were here. This, we accomplished. We would rather have flown him out
here, but it was the next best thing. We were not about to leave this paradise
of continual rain to go to Chicago .
As I write, however, the rain has stopped and the sky is once again California
blue; we have cancelled the ferry boat service.
Joe and Eddie and I went
to Trader Joe’s around 3:00 , picking up
fixins’ for dinner, and for our wine glasses. Joe bought some exotic-looking
beer, while Eddie and I carted several bottles of the famous “Two-Buck Chuck,”
which is $1.99 wine bottled by an enterprising gentleman named Charles Shaw
(hence, “Chuck.”) squishing grapes on the cheap (how does he do it?) somewhere
in the Napa valley.
I have never heard El
Pollo Loco; it must be a western thing. According to my best guess, this is Spanish
for, “The Crazy Chicken.” This company does what Colonel Sanders does to chickens,
except it does it to chickens who are slightly off their rockers. We drove up
and ordered 16 pieces of a chicken documented to be certifiably nuts (the meal
comes with papers). Most chickens in the world act crazy to get off the hook;
not so the chickens at “El Pollo Loco.” The chickens at these farms strive
to appear sane. Any chicken at an El Pollo Loco farm acting intelligent or the
least bit rational, gets the boot, and is bought by Colonel Sanders, who is
said to fry (and now bake) the sanest chickens east of the Colorado River.
Kevin asked Joe, Eddie
and me to set up the family Christmas tree while he was away on business
for a couple hours. Apparently, Kevin does not like this job very much, so he
took advantage of three schmucks who looked smart enough to manage the assembly
of a three-piece Christmas tree. It looked too complicated for me, so I suddenly
remembered I had my show to record. “Oops,” I said, “I suddenly remembered I
have my show to record.” I wished the boys luck, and told them that I would
definitely not be available, if they needed help.
After dinner, we all
pitched in to decorate the tree, including the Grinch. (Me.)
Eddie admires his handiwork. |
Joe places an angel. |
Anita looks askance at Joe's angel placement. |
Kevin provides the crowning touch |
I do what I can. |
All I know is: There
ain’t no Santa Claus.
But there is a God in
heaven, and he is blessing us mightily here in Sacramento ,
California .
The meeting starts in
ninety minutes.
© 2012 by Martin Zender
1 comment:
Gotta love the mistletoe...and the Grinch! :)
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