No One To Blame But Myself

“Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame

But, I know, it’s my own fault”

– Jimmy Buffet “Margaritaville”

So, for Christmas, I make homemade toys for my grandkids. I’ve done it for years. It’s aa lovely image isn’t it?

Wooden toys. Handmade. Papa sanding a tiny toy car.

Very Norman Rockwell.

The reality is slightly different. This year I’m making:

– 3 footlockers

– a toy tractor

– a toy car

– a toy airplane

– Five names carved as wall hangers

But, I had plenty of time, right? Sure. And then my brother passed away the first week of December. And then I got sick for a week.

And that’s how I end up staying WAY past midnight the week before Christmas like the only Santa’s elf still working.

And contrary to Jimmy Buffett’s suggestion, there really is a woman to blame. Three of them in fact. None older than 8.

Will I finish everything before Saturday morning?

Well, if I don’t, I’ve got no one to blame but myself. I signed up for this.

Stay safe

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and grandchildren.

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