Buying the meat made me think about something I call, "staying one step ahead of the lion." On Thanksgiving Kitty asked all of us around the table what we're thankful for. I told everyone that I was happy that I was still one step ahead of the lion. I then explained what I meant. The lion could be a metaphor for death. The lion could also be a metaphor for anything bad that life could throw at you. scritchwuff actually took my metaphor and expanded it to even better explain what I had meant. I'm thankful that for many things I don't have to keep looking over my shoulder for many different lions. So many people out there are constantly under threat of the lions of homelessness, hunger, loneliness, addiction, etc. I have made the right decisions in my life so far that I don't have to worry about those lions. Of course WWIII could break out tomorrow and the lions will be set free for all of us, but I am in a position now of incredible comfort which I am thankful for every day. I can walk into a Costco and not bat an eye dropping $80 for a piece of meat. I can pass the display of top-shelf whiskey and grab a bottle because I want to. I can go online and buy Kitty a Christmas gift and not care about the price because I love her. (I put that in here to drive her nuts because she has been bugging me to give her a clue as to what it is. Bwaa haa haa! Not until Sunday!) So my Christmas wish for all of you is to get to a place in your life where you can just enjoy life with having to fear lions.
Today marks my last day of work for 2016. I've got Christmas carols cranked up which will culminate with the annual playing of "The Nutcracker." I will then meet Kitty for lunch since we both have been give the afternoon off. Next week will be a stay-cation for me. Binge watch time! Then it's a short week of work to start 2017. Then it's time to hit the road and hang out with albear and dexter_fox before FC.
I should also mention that from all of my genealogical research, today marks the 74th anniversary of the death of my grandpa. It was a truly horrible Christmas for my mom back then when she was only 16 years old. That lion was a real bastard.