Well......
I just got back from New York City where we saw James Earl Jones in one of my favorite plays, "You Can't Take It With You" - a screwball play from the 1930's, and after saying that, I'm done. We went to the Yale Gallery in New Haven where we saw this excellent exhibit of sculpture in the Victorian Age, and other than understanding why there was so much Victorian bric a brac, I can't work up any interest, so I'm assuming no one else would be too interested either.
We spent an entire day at the Metropolitan Art Museum, and I took a bunch of pictures including some breathtaking jewels from India - whoopee.
We helped Sarah and Jay decorate an enormous Christmas tree in their tiny New Haven apartment as well as fooled around with the cat in his holiday finery. It was quite funny at the time, but trying to write humor just seems beyond me right now. (That tree fills a full ONE-THIRD of their living room, incidentally.) And, yes, the cat was as pissed off about the holiday bandanna as he looks. Fortunately, after the picture taking, he got to take it off, so we don't have to indict Sarah for cat abuse.
That's it. I've finished my minuscule Christmas shopping,but who cares? I can't even work up a good vent about the commercialization of Christmas. This is just pathetic. So, I'm signing off until January. Maybe, if I just stop for the next month, the block will have evaporated. That's my story, and I'm sticking with it. Goodbye until 2015.
