Tuesday, December 3, 2019
Here was the real surprise of the day, though (Saturday, my camera safari day). Coming home, I saw a giant manger scene on top of a hill surrounded by barbed wire. The place was an encampment of some sort. There were no signs, but there were a lot of Hummers and camo cloth up there behind a big fence. I was afraid to get too close, to tell you the truth. I didn't know what might happen if I climbed that hill any farther. Here is what the signs say in the corner of the picture.
It was a "restricted area." I like that. But I took to the "Danger" part of the sign. The image of the birth of Jesus behind barbed wire, though, was too hard to resist. I had to turn around and go back to take the picture.
It turned cold here in the night. I have become a true southerner. I do not like the cold. I like the cool fine enough, but even when it reaches the upper 40s, I'm through with it. My blood is thin as water.
I started cleaning out my office yesterday. It will be a monumental task, mostly because I will have to make decisions. I should simply throw everything away and forget about it. What would I do with "memorabilia"? Forty some years of presents, knick-knacks, things I've looked at five days a week. There are things I will bring home, and those will be burden enough. Maybe I will "gift" things as a cruel departing joke. Whatever, yesterday was difficult. I will have to harden my emotions against nostalgia and say goodbye to it all.
Goodbyes can be hard.
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