Grandson Dominic broke his leg at Vollrath Bowl in Sheboygan. I don’t remember the hills being that dangerous, but what do I know. One thing is sure – Dominic will remember this Christmas.
Today is a lot of things. We do not reach Winter until 5:38 PM this evening. There was a lunar eclipse last night, but you couldn’t see it because of clouds and snow. Best of all, this is the shortest day of the year. From now on days get longer.
I watched Brett Favre start the game last night in Minneapolis against the Bears. Most announcers were raving about Brett’s determination and fight. I, personally, thought Favre’s playing with all his injuries was stupid. One announcer, Mike Ditka (maybe one of the toughest son-of-a-b—— ever), commented that he hoped Favre would be smart and not jeopardize his health for the rest of his life. Ditka has it right. Favre got thrown to the frozen turf in the second quarter and apparently incurred a concussion. It was sad as he wobbled off the field. Go home Brett Favre. Smell the roses. You did good!
My Japanese “used” Lexus has a light on the dash that alerts me when tire pressure is low. This is the second time in a month the warning light has come on. The first time the light came on was with regular tires, the second time with snow tires. I have measured the air pressure and all tires seem okay. My analysis is that during winter when it gets cold, air pressure in all tires drops. My tires seem to drop enough pressure to trigger the dash light. I could take the car to the garage and have them tell me the warning light is too sensitive. I could put more air in the tires. Better yet, I could put a piece of duct tape over the warning light so I don’t see it. Maybe I’ll just ignore it. Isn’t modern technology great?
Santa is gassing up the sled.
Love,
Dad