Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Loose ends and new possibilities

A very happy winter solstice tomorrow morning at 11:28 AM Eastern Standard Time — that’s 4:28 PM Greenwich Mean Time to those of you in the British Isles — to any Druids who happen to be passing by. That’s when the sun’s direct rays will be crossing the Tropic of Cancer or the Tropic of Capricorn or whatever it is and Old Man Winter takes his turn at the helm of our ship, at least in the Northern Hemisphere.

To those of you who wouldn’t know a hemisphere from a hemidemisemiquaver, who couldn’t care less about a solstice, winter or otherwise, may I recommend instead ”a Festivus for the rest of us” that was dreamed up by the writers of Seinfeld in 1997, or perhaps Kwanzaa that was dreamed up by Maulana Karenga in 1966, or even Betty White who was dreamed up by her parents, Christine And Horace White, in the spring of 1921, nine months before she made her first appearance on January 17, 1922.

Whatever floats your boat.

As for me and my house, we’ll be observing Christmas with members of our extended family. This month two new things have happened that will change our lives significantly. Mrs. RWP and I have begun sponsoring a little boy and a little girl at a school in Kenya, and we also will be welcoming a new doggie into our household on Friday from the humane society.

Stay tuned.


  1. rescue dogs are the best kind! i hope there will be photos.
    Child sponsorship is a great way to have Christmas and be Christ every day of the year.

    I send the blessings of the season

  2. Your two new things sound wonderful. What sort of dog?
    And a Very Happy Christmas to you and yours.

  3. Thank you, kylie and Sue (EC), for your greetings and may I just say CB-style "back atcha!" -- that is, I hope you both have very happy Christmases as well.

    I have been remiss is the answering comments department of late, and I do not know whether there will be any improvement in the future, but for now here I am, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (as they say).

    Our doggie is a Chihuhua mix of some sort, a bit larger than the typical Chihuahua at 8.6 pounds according to the humane society. She has been microchipped and today the spaying will occur, and we will be picking her up Friday afternoon. They call her "Allie" but Mrs. RWP thinks that sounds too much like "Ellie" (her name) and both of them would be confused when I call, so Allie's new name will be Abigail or possibly just Abby. She is white and fawn and a very sweet girl, a year and a half old. We were told she and some of the other dogs there were taken out of a very bad hoarding situation. We are very excited about getting another dog but had to wait four years since Jethro's death from congestive heart failure before we were really ready for another one. Same sort of thing happened with P.J., our white poodle. It was four years before we got Jethro at age two, who lived to be nine.

  4. Good sir, a happy winter solstice to you and your loved ones. Very good of you and Mrs. RWP to sponsor those two children in Kenya. Most intrigued about you getting a Chihuahua. Heck, our tiny Jack Russell dog towers over her doggy Chihuahua friend with the name of Olaf.

    A peaceful, positive Christmas to you all.

    Penny's human dad,


    1. I am honored/honored, Gary, that you have commented on my blog. It’s good to see you back in blogland. I think our Chihuahua is a mix as she is bigger than a typical Chihuahua. We are getting her tomorrow and I will post pictures. Olaf is a strange name for a dog with roots in Mexico. Maybe it is short for Olafcita.

  5. Hi-this is Mrs. Snowbrush (otherwise known as Peggy.) Delighted for you on your new dog. She is adorable. Well wishes to you and Ellie!

  6. Welcome to my blog, Mrs. Snowbrush a.k.a. Peggy! It’s truly a pleasure to hear from you personally! (Not that it isn’t a pleasure to hear from Mr. Snowbrush, but I trust that you understand what I mean). Abby the new dog is working out wonderfully — sweet as all get out and already completely house-trained! I had thought that even if she were she would have regressed during the time she stayed at the shelter.