One of these birds.

 

...is not like the others.

 

 

There is a white-tailed hawk in the middle.  He didn’t catch any of the birds on the ground.  He just flew through the flock to mess with them.

 

Here he is a little higher up.

 

 

 

 

 

Oops

 

I meant to send out a picture of the guitar.

 

It’s the same one I’ve had all my life (from somewhere in my teenage years at the Carroll Park house anyway).  It’s a little beat up now.

 

There is even a break in the face where a rifle fell on it in 1965.

 

No problem.  It still works just fine.

 

The Broncos played their final game of the regular season.  After starting with 2 wins and 3 losses, they ran the table for the remainder.  They go into the playoffs as the top seed in the AFC.  We even got to watch them play Kansas City on television this week.  Nice.

 

We’re through the Christmas Holidays and ready for the New Year.  The outside decorations are down and put away.  It’s hard to give up the Christmas Trees inside though; they make such a nice light.  Now, if only I can get rid of those Christmas Carol tunes that continue to circle in my head.

 

Today on my walk, I got mosquitoes.  I also got bobwhite quail, a long-billed thrasher, white-tailed hawks, and a white-tailed kite though.  A good trade-off.

 

Go Broncos!

 

I don't play the guitar

 

I used to play the guitar, but wandered off from it years ago.

 

Lately though, over the last few years, I’ve been finding music in my head.  I’ll hear a tune and find myself thinking about how I would play it if I still played.

 

Then at Becky’s house last summer, Tony picked up a guitar and asked me if I could show him a few chords.  I showed him a couple simple progressions I could remember.  With Becky’s encouragement, other things, a few old folk songs, tried to come back.  We sang a few phrases.  Turns out Charlie is still trapped on the MTA.  Most tunes couldn’t make it through the haze of time though.

 

I thought about it some more later on, and more songs came back to me, even without the guitar around.  I was playing it in my head.  Then at Matt’s house I saw this raggedy old guitar out on a stand in his office and recognized it.  That’s the guitar from my youth.  I had with me on Okinawa in the Army.  I took it to Viet Nam and it lived in a tent with me.  It flew home in front of me on the airliner when it was time.  I didn’t have a case and it wouldn’t fit in an overhead bin, so it rode between my knees for the 14 hour flight.  Now it’s 50 years old.

 

Matt graciously parted with the guitar and we brought it back to South Texas with us.  I got some new strings, a soft case, and a fancy digital tuner.  I’ve been plunking it a little.  I used to play some flamenco.  Bits of Malaguena have come back.  Parts of Gypsy Lament.  Fandanguillo.  A few old songs.  I find myself drawn to the more interesting chord progressions like House of the Rising Sun.  Am, C, D, F, Am, C, E.  You know; something that really builds.  There is so much power in that progression.

 

I picked plenty of flamenco when I was a teenager, but now realize that I always strummed accompaniment to songs.  There are other ways to accompany songs and picking would be powerful, but I didn’t explore that.  I never learned to Travis Pick, but with the power of Google, I’m working on it now.  Maybe I could put it somewhere a person wouldn’t expect it to be.

 

Okay.  Maybe I play guitar a little.

 

Clean Jay

 

 

 

 

 

Green Jay

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Festival of Lights

 

…in Hidalgo.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Santa's sleigh

 

There was a slow-speed parade through the park last night.  Santa had the hottest ride; the back of this.

 

 

 

That was last night.

 

This morning, a Merry Skype Christmas.  An hour with Becky’s family, an hour with Matt’s family, happy kids with presents, a white Christmas, and our feet never even got cold.

 

Had a friend, Joan, over for dinner.  Judy served meat pie.  Not a traditional Christmas dinner, but a traditional family dinner.

 

Merry Christmas everyone.