My Christmas cards are done and will go out in Monday's mail.

With the rate of 'snail mail' nowadays,

I'm expecting delivery to be made a few days AFTER Christmas.

Oh well,

at least I made the effort.

~

I like it and I'm eating it tonight.

On sandwiches,

with Velveeta shells and cheese.

Me likey!

I'm talking about a different kind of selfie, as in

Self Promotion.

My friends like to self promote on Facebook.

Whether it's promoting their business, or eatery, or even a book they've written,

they unabashedly post pictures of what they're selling,

which is themselves.

On the one hand, I'm happy to see an old friend doing well.

On the other hand,

its a bit of bragging...

with a touch of rubbing it in your face because they've become successful (at least on the surface).

Am I jealous?

A little - that's human nature.

But when the puffery becomes constant,

I tend to get the attitude of 'yeah, yeah, so what's going on in your personal life?'

And then I think:

If this is what they want, to be defined by accomplishments,

then so be it.

I can be happy for them...

and scroll right on by.

Life is too short to linger on, in my opinion, trivialities.

And so it goes.

~

Last night I dreamed that I was a police detective investigating a crime scene where a doctor had killed his patients, his family and then himself.

It was one of those dreams so vivid that it stays with you for a while, so I decided to do a little online research.

It didn't take long to find out that quite a few doctors have been serial killers.

Here's a little documentary of a British doctor who killed 250 of his patients, Harold Shipman:


No wonder I always feel a little antsy when I have to see a doctor.

~

This version of the classic song always makes me want to get up and dance:


Getcha groove on, baby!

I've been summoned again for jury duty.

If memory serves (pun intended), it's about the seventh time over the years.

Must be some kind of record -

I know lots of people who've never been called once.

If there's a Hall of fame for this,

I truly belong there.

I had another dream.

In this one, it was Richard Widmark, not Charleton Heston, who was the star of the original 'Planet of the Apes' in 1968.

Just as a casual afterthought, upon waking, I wondered if Widmark was ever considered for the lead.

They both had the same range as actors

and

both had the big name star quality.

Maybe I should dig into this a bit deeper to perhaps find out.

See? I told you it was pointless to those under 50.

Those younger than that age probably have no idea of whom I'm talking about.

And that's o.k. with me.

Carry on folks.

Just a morning musing of an old geezer.

~

I dreamed I was riding a city bus from the era of my sophomore year of high school.

The details surrounding me were as clear as could be.

Man, I love the depth of my dreams.

Another entertainer from my youth has passed.

Michael Nesmith of the t.v. group/show 'The Monkees' has died at age 78.

And so it goes.

Peanut Butter Cookies:

Combine

1 cup of peanut butter
1 cup of sugar
1 egg

No flour!

Mix well, then spoon onto greased pan, flattening with a fork.

Sprinkle with salt.

Bake at 350 degrees for 8 to 10 minutes.

Let cool and enjoy!