Reports from the Land of Perpetual Snow and Ice

The Board of Directors Here at Spo-reflections Here at Spo-reflections say these recent posts are too maudlin and they plan to hang me feet-first out the window until I cheer up. It is hard to be humorous when peering down at a moat filled with Nokken. But I will do my best. Or else. Spo.

Greetings from Michigan, which is cold, gray, and snow-covered – like my men. Last night there was a blizzard on nearby Mt. Brighton as they are making snow for their opening this weekend. Many folks have their Christmas lights up; so there is a sense of holiday cheer in the air – which is below freezing with a wind factor. Would that I had packed warmer clothing!

Last night I joined Brother #4’s Dungeons and Dragons game, which was held in his basement, as far away from SIL #4 as possible, who sensibly wanted no part of it. I was given role of throwing die for the attacking monsters. I had a good wrist as I continually rolled high numbers, much to the chagrin of the players, his neighbors, whose characters promptly died. It was ‘TPK’ or Total Party Kill, which puts an end to the thing. Brother #4 A.K.A. Dungeon Master wasn’t too happy either. He had put a lot of work into the game and everyone died in the first chapter. Just hate when that happens.

This morning I braved the cold to go out to the henhouse to retrieve several freshly-laid eggs for breakfast. The shells are twice as thick as the ones bought in the stores and the yolks are an intense orange. I had three with toast and tea – breakfast of the gods, or at least the demi-gods.

This afternoon Princess-Goddess performs in the Nutcracker and afterwards her maternal relations come over for post-ballet libations. My Brother’s in-laws are Polish butchers so no lo-cal vegan nonsense will be served. Meat’s back on the menu boys, along with Polish dumplings I don’t pronounce probably. I suspect I will have a little of everything and promptly sink like a stone. Cold gray snowy days make for good naps.

Speaking of sleep, last night I got a lot, more than I’ve had in a week. I slept in The Kiefer Bed, which was made by my ancestor John Kiefer in 1877. Six generations of Spos have slept in it. I had a lot of dreams last night, most of them about rolling down grass hills but in among the shenanigans walked in John Kiefer. I think we discussed if the bed was holding up. I told him it was as he didn’t stay for long. I slept until 8AM. Time to get clean. I want to go to town and buy gift certificates from the local bookstore for the niblings for Christmas. It isn’t very original but they are appreciated.