Packer Fever

Ha! I'll bet you thought I was going to talk about that famous hockey team, didn't you. Now, didn't you?

See, I have used my "Ma"ish wiles to entice all those sports fiends out there into reading this post. (And, before a bunch of people feel led to correct me, let me say I know PERFECTLY well that the Green Bay Packers do not play hockey, but rather, baseball.)

The happy packer is me, who actually started sorting through books and papers and other non-essentials. By non-essential, I refer to those items not needed in the last day or two before bustin' outta this joint. Let's face it, how many times do you use a book to brush your teeth? Not that many.

Our desk looks so clean, now, I am somewhat regretful for not clearing it up earlier. But, as I so often tell myself, regrets are just for those who don't keep a stash of chocolate in their purse.
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I am happy to report that Internet service has once again reared it's glorious head, here in The Big House. We discovered things were back online when we returned from whining on the computers in the subway of Mayo. Which just goes to prove, the squeaky wheel gets to email, Instant Message, cruise the Net and post annoying rants.
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Loren and I were privileged to receive visitors today. Uncle Bob and Aunt Celeste Culver live about 70 miles away and wanted to see us before we travel back home. We had a most enjoyable time in the "library room." Basically, we straightened out all the world's problems in less than an hour, with still time left over to talk about Uncle Bob's new (old) book. Yet to be officially named, this book is a work on Systematic Theology, written by Robert Culver, and typed by his wife, Celeste. (ok, Uncle Bob, free publicity. Far be it for me to offer advice, but it would be perfectly acceptable if you inscribe my copy with, "To my favorite Iowa neice, who threatened a bad review, but I forgive her.")
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But returning to the humble beginnings of this post, "The Packers" doesn't refer just to "Ma" or a renowned basketball team. Even The Big House is packing up. All the Christmas trees have carefully been wrapped in plastic. They are still standing in the same places, but they are nicely wrapped. I guess that would make it easier, not having to put all those ornaments on each branch. I, for one, will miss the tree in the west dining room. The one trimmed in the roaring 20's style. I've just never seen a Christmas tree with gold and BLACK garlands. And a black plume on top.

I will hold on to these memories, and pack.

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