We are into the twenties. That means Christmas is just a few days
away. And then comes the New Year. That’s when we get to see all of our kiddos
in one place at one time. No small
accomplishment, I might add. What’s with
this growing up and having families of their own and traditions of their
own? Oh, wait. That’s the whole point, isn’t it? Go for it, guys. Have a great little Christmas. See you next week.
We heard a bit about Josh’s new-found
career. No, not his going back to
school. That doesn’t officially start
until sometime in February, I think. I’m
talking about his basketball coaching career that has been on hold since back
when they lived in Houston. Seems he has
gently inserted himself into the coaching ranks of Zakary’s Junior High
team. The boys had been having
considerable trouble breaking a press against this one rival team. Their last game had been a disaster with the
good guys losing by over thirty points.
Enter the sleeper coach from the sidelines. Josh volunteered to run practice when the
regular coach had to be gone. And the
first thing he taught them was our old press breaker play called Utah. Named it after the university of the same
name. Fitting, since I learned it by
watching them run it on TV. Well, the
boys picked it up in that practice and unveiled against the disaster team. It worked like a charm. They good guys scored about 30 points just
off running Utah. The other team was
quite discombobulated. As it turned out,
the good guys lost by just three points in a real nail-biter. Even had a few chances to tie at game’s end,
but the shots just didn’t fall. Nice
job, good guys. And nice job, Coach
Josh.
Last night we went to the Christmas party
for the administration team of the Galveston Fire Department. It was a really good turnout, too. Twenty-eight officials and their wives. Well, twenty-six plus Chris and me. It was held at Landry’s Restaurant here on the
Island. Pretty ritzy establishment. Chris told me I would have to use a knife and
fork to eat my fried shrimp. Yeah … that
didn’t happen. Fried shrimp with tails on
demand grabbing by said tail and giving it a good dunking in some ketchup
before depositing it in the waiting receptacle that is my mouth. That’s what happened. The entertainment was a group of FD officers
singing a rewrite of the Twelve Days of Christmas, reflecting what a typical
day in the admin office looks like.
Funny stuff. The highlight of the
day, other than the chatter between the guys and wives, was the white elephant
exchange. It started with everyone
holding a gift. Then the Administrative
Assistant, TBT (Read here, True Boss
Trish), called out some commands. “Pass
the gifts three times to the left. Trade
with the person across from you. Answer
this trivia question correctly and trade with anyone in the room.” That went on for a while, until the gifts
were thoroughly shaken up. Then we
opened what remained in front of us. I
got a cool hammock. Chris, however, was
not quite so lucky, although she did get two gifts in one. Taped to the side of her package of adult diapers
was a box of hemorrhoidal suppositories.
Wow. Fortunately the one who
brought it tracked her down and pointed out that the receipt was taped to the bottom
so she could return it. So I guess Chris
did OK as well. It was a pretty fun
night. Kudos to Trish for putting it all
together. Jenna, you have some big shoes
to fill when Trish REALLY retires in a few weeks …
Isaiah 7:14 says, “Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign: the virgin will
conceive and give birth to a son, and will call his name Immanuel.”
Father, thank you for the fire department
team - at all levels. Keep them safe
through the holidays and give them some precious family time. Amen.
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