"Daddy, you're holding things up!" Kristin's six-year-old daughter wakes her father from a Thanksgiving afternoon nap. He's on the Critical Path to make stuffing for the family meal. On a foggy-soggy morning we meander through Pimmit Hills, admiring early Xmas lawn decorations, sharing bizarre dream-race stories, recounting puppy training tales, and greeting pre-dawn walkers. New flashlights and reflective harness keep us safe from sleepy commuters. Red-green holiday projectors shine moving patterns of dots onto homes. Stand in front of one, and "Yow!" get a laser beam in the eye.
(trackfile) - ^z - 2016-12-26