December Day 23

Friday

This Old Porch

The weather outside is frightful…

My Old Porch, Christmas Morning 2004
This old porch is just a long time
Of waiting and forgetting
And remembering the coming back
And not crying about the leaving
And remembering the falling down
And the laughter of the curse of luck
From all of those sons-of-bitches
Who said we’d never get back up

As I was watching videos on YouTube last night I saw Robert Earl Keen singing “This Old Porch”. It’s a song he wrote with Lyle Lovett. I had to look up the lyrics.

What with the winter storm blowing in at the same time it made me think about the old porch on the old house that was here where we raised our kids. Christmas Day 2004 was the year of our Christmas Miracle… A white Christmas on the Texas Gulf Coast… After everyone was up late on Christmas Eve playing in the falling snow, I was the only one up early on Christmas Morning and my gift was the unblemished snow covered world…

Here’s the video that started this whole thing…

Everyone stay warm, stay safe… And have a Happy Holidays…

4 thoughts on “December Day 23

  1. Funny but I almost played a clip on my blog today of Keen performing his “Merry Christmas From the Family.” Always good stuff. Hoping you and Sherry have a wonderful holiday, Gary. All my best.

    1. Funny you should mention that song… Wait till you see tomorrows post. The video was picked and scheduled in October. May you and Cheri be blessed with Peace this holiday… Enjoy your white Christmas… all we got was the cold.

  2. It took me a while this morning to figure out the ice in the 20″ bowl I use as a birdbath-bird water dish. I expected it to freeze, but at first I didn’t understand why the ice was 1″ thick on one side and 4″ thick on the other. Then, I got it. The wind! I got up late, and it seems the critters are doing the same — but their breakfast is waiting for them.

    1. Like you, I hung out in the warm blankets longer than I expected this morning. It was the brightness of the sun around the blinds that eventually drug me up to a world in the teens… And the wind was still blowing. Merry Christmas Linda.

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