995 posts so far, my friends. This is #996. It is totally possible that Christmas will herald the 1000th post here at Rocking Chair Reflections. So keep watch, because there will be a giveaway to mark the occasion. Who would have thought that I would/could keep talking for so long! Mind you, those who know me well will not be in the least surprised, I suspect. Silence is not a quality I am well known for at all. I am working on the silence bit, but it may just be a wasted effort.
One of the nicest things about the week before Christmas is the plethora of family movies on tv, and I have loved re-watching all the old favourites, like Miracle on 34th Street, Elf, Matilda, Christmas with the Kranks etc. I am sick to death of reality tv, murder and mayhem, economic doom and disaster, and just love the happy ever after family tv instead. It is perfect. For now. Not for all time, but right now.
Along with a great many people, I mourn the demise of family comedy series, like the Cosby Show, Keeping up Appearances, The Good Life, Little House on the Prairie, Fawlty Towers, Dad's Army, and the other classics from the 70s and 80s. The 90s brought the Vicar of Diobley too, but there has been very little since. And Saturday night TV used to have the family shows like Morecombe and Wise, and now we have the X Factor and Big Brother.
The age is showing. My age. I like Happy Ever After. There is enough gloom out there in real life.
David and I ventured out to the supermarket today, did a turn around the carpark and drove straight out again. The whole world is at Tesco. Except me. And the whole world waited till exactly the same moment to go shopping - when the car had defrosted sufficiently for me to be able to see out the windows without spending 30 mins scraping and de-icing. Sigh. We will not strave, however. There is the small matter of the 6 tins sitting on the counter.
Right. "A Grandpa for Christmas" is calling. So is my coffee.