Richard Crowson Commentary

It’s a funny thing about Christmas music. Just about the time when I feel like I’ll lose my Christmas cookies if I hear one more “Fa-la-la-la-la,” the season peaks and all those songs go away for another 11 or so months. It’s kind of nice, really.

This Christmas season we found that some of our big, bright C9 multicolored light strings weren’t working so well.  So, I decided to try to be a little greener this year and bought some strings of the new low-voltage LED lights.  I climbed up on the roof, attached them and plugged them in.  Then, I had to check the connection to see why they weren’t lit up, and I realized that they were, indeed, lit up.  (I’m making little quotation marks with my fingers when I use the term, “lit.”)  They are about 1/5 of the brightness level of the old incandescent lights.

Now that we’re past Thanksgiving, it’s time to turn toward the season of Mr. C.

There’s no way I could not take a walk this morning. Aside from the intensive lobbying of my Airedale friend Ollie, the blue Kansas sky and ruby leaves of our pin oaks overpowered me. So I hitched Ollie to the leash and out we went, fully engulfed in another splendid crispy November autumn morning.