Otis Xmas 2001

Christmas 2001
as seen by Adam Caffrey, on closest to the Pacific Rim called!, 12/25/2001

So, the present came. This time with no interference from that which lives below, that that intercepts the packages, that that ne'er answers the door, the evil Brock-Mole, it being defeated soundly by the meekest of mailmen. Or at least he played that part, the knocking was meek, but it awoke me around 10:30. It was a Saturday, so... employment doesn't even enter in.

Otis has taken package patrol on himself.

Otis has slumped. Lacking Christmas enthusiasm, he fades near the package.

Yet somehow, Otis thought it was his, the package, that is. Now, he's met Laura and Ed, a little while back, and he's seen pictures of Gram and Gramps, and as it gets later, he slumps.

Oh, he slumps, O!, to the point of ignorance!!!.

And, when he slumps, that's when the crafty humans step it up! There is little to no contest.

Oh yes, 180 degrees, 2 or 3 feet, never knew nothin, mine!

Can't put up a fight when he's a-snoozin.

Missed that, my friend, you silly, sleepy iguana!

ooooh, nice picture wifda 99centstore lens!!

Gosh darn, he's a fine lookin' iguana. but not very good on the package patrol after late. Sleepy, I guess.

3:32 am PST

My mother (and grandmother) taught me the way of the thin 2fer/99¢-store knife, the X-acto was hinted to and consequently learned, and the cleaver, well, the cleaver is for vegetables, burly root vegetables, and that's too rough to talk to your mother about on Christmas, and you don't share that with the other boys, for the women teach you the knife... you should all just be choppin' hard together, more than you do now...

ouch ouch ouuuccchh!

Mmmm, bacos and pistachios, and a giant chocolate bar! Oh my!

Oh, and it was good, precise and injuryless. What could one expect, Mom and Dad doing their thangs, but the loveliest antique of books as well. A keeper, an installer for all the "in the know" kids to read. A Water Tour of Seattle they call it, ever-so dated, in the quaintest of ways, available for your perusal at the library called Counterbalance Bicycles. Too bad no work for me to wear my cushy soles. Reading should prove fruitful. While I will use the scissors (and tittalate over their new sharpness), I have some for facial hair, c'mon, even bald Ghandi kept a comb.

A little sad Dad didn't bust out the compilation cd this year, last year's threatening to offend with few blunt teeth unsucessful, guess he'll try it again, but still, sneak down that alley with Sally at least.

So we shall see how the Otis thing tramples the layout... Merry Christmas to all...