It is the day after Christmas. 949am. Not all in this house are out of bed yet.
Yesterday was a frenetically messy day. It started with a big breakfast and presents and noise and happiness and disappointments. Teenagers tend to get disappointed when they get underwear and socks, not toys. Babies are hapi with little but little does no go very far. The broken and dysfunctional presents are strewn about… a broken neckless of bright beads, the RC flying machine that did not last through its maiden flight, the legos that were spilt and are hiding under and around furniture and stacking unwary feet.
It was fun…
We baked a mountain of meat and a pile of potatoes and a great glob of gravy… and it was all good. Connie baked pies and Joe brought alcoholic-cake. Add some whipped cream and ice cream and coffee… It was all real good.
The ladies drank wine and the guys drank beer. The kids spilt everything they tried to drink so the floor is yucky-sticky today.
I woke up kinda early and started helping Gracie clear the mess. The back of my little truck was piled high with boxes and packing and paper. The rubbish bins are pretty much overflowing. Kuma has been very well fed on left overs n turkey bones.
For somer reason I took a single picture yesterday. My phone spent most of the day on the shelf. I basically forgot to stick it in my pocket, so only one visual, but thats ok… 
Christmas 2017 is in the record books. 2017 as a whole is not long for this world.
And life is good…
More later
The Native Iowan 
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