I get what I knead

The obligatory buildup that started shortly after Halloween is winding down. Fewer ads pushing the Scooby Doo Chia Pet. Less mass hysteria in every mall parking lot. We've seen all the Christmas Specials, from Charlie Brown to Rudolph, Frosty and the Grinch. Aim your dish just right and some say you can pull in that legendary Muppet Christmas Special with Zbigniew Brzezinski. Who can forget his Winter Wonderland duet with Miss Piggy? I'm still trying. I wish I'd recorded Ted Nugent's Christmas extravaganza from back in 02. Nobody skewers calling birds, French hens and turtledoves with a bow and arrow to make holiday jerky anymore. Now most people think I just dreamed it. More of a nightmare, really.
Alas. Just enough time left on the game clock to draw a large sigh of relief, check the cache of batteries to power various devices that will arrive without any of their own tomorrow morning. Make sure there's enough octane booster for the eggnog and maybe relax a little, I say. Reflect. Maybe even ponder, but not too much. My brain hurts already.

Hard to say if you’re getting everything you want this year. I’ll hazard a guess and say maybe not. Welcome to the land of realistic expectations. I’m resigned to not seeing that new Ducati Multistrada 1200 or any reasonable facsimile of the Sten Lundin HL 500 Yamaha Bengt Aberg rode to win the 1977 Luxembourg 500 GP. Nobody’s going to deliver jobs to all my friends who need one or end this double-digit unemployment overnight, along with the 14 or so wars currently being waged around the world. And despite our best intentions and efforts, too many people who won’t get enough to eat tonigh

We don’t always get what we want. But to paraphrase the great Mick Jagger, if you try sometimes, you just might find you get what you need. All I really want for Christmas is to shut down the old iMac G5, take a deep breath and have a long talk with a friend of mine who’s birthday I’ll be celebrating tomorrow. I may not always get what I want, but I always seem to end up with the necessities. We got a little rain last week out here in the desert. The GS has a full tank of gas and plenty of meat left on those TKC 80 knobbies. I’ll be up on the Ridge Route this afternoon, thankful for having made it through another year, aiming to do better in the next one. All the best to your and yours.