It IS that Time

 Yesterday I wrote about the nostalgia of Christmas and maybe this is the year I get my red Speedo I can wear at the beach while lounging on the beach smoking my pipe.  We’ve been here a couple of years now and while we’ve visited the beach I have yet to smoke my pipe on a secluded beach.  Maybe I’ll do that after the first of the year minus the red Speedo according to my wife if history is a lesson.  I’ll never get one according to her.  

But at least I wouldn’t be some old guy with a beer belly in a red Speedo, which seem to be the only guys who wear them.  I am a dainty  trim 185 pounds.  Frankly I don’t think I’d look too bad in one.  But all I’ll get are images of fat guys in red Speedos.  Otherwise it will be traditional trunks.  

But at least I’m getting in the Christmas spirit of things as Thanksgiving approaches.  I’m not sure I have the courage to wear a red Speedo anyway.  I put a couple of tropical shirts in my wish list and I think I have enough swim trunks.  But I’m working on my list only because my wife asked me to.  I told her she probably has a better idea of what I’d like to have better than I do.  I’m just looking forward to seeing my son from Ohio and meeting some new friends of his.  

Christmas is about family anyway and there is nothing I really want or need.  I always enjoy getting a new pipe and chose a list of estate pipes on my wish list.  The family spent too much for me to have a Dunhill pipe last year.  It is by far my favorite and best pipe I have in my collection.  But for her and family I’m working on my wishlist, but there is nothing I want that I can’t buy myself.  But she loves shopping for Christmas gifts.  

But with Thanksgiving less than two weeks away, it seems the season starts earlier every year.  I’ll put a red Speedo in my list just for fun just in case someone can’t think of anything else I need or want.  Even if I got one I’m not sure I’d have the courage to ever wear it.  But it might be fun as a gag gift—which is what it would be.  Others might gag if I wore it!  

Santa can have his Speedo and beach chair.  Meanwhile I’ll smoke my pipe as I ponder my list.  Today it is my Dunhill with my Balkan blend and my coffee this morning is Stumptown Holler Mountain.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

It's About Balance

Strange

Old Ads