The Native Iowan

Cmas day, about 1pm, this side of the planet.

It’s a weathery day. Overcast and coolish with high humidity. Rained 75mm/3inches over night. More rain on the way.

Cooked all day yesterday. Big meal last night. Family up and noisy this morn. Destruction of wrapped presents. Lots of smiles and laughter. Another big meal.

I took a nap after breakfast then decided to come back to the farm, feed the dogs here.

Funny how the suburban house is very much a house in the suburbs, and quite warm. Aircon runs in weather like this. The house when closed up is almost sound proof from the outside. Its a matter of living in a controlled environment. Less noise, less dust, more coolness. Here on the farm the house is open. The outside is inside. I like the open to air living here. Damn birds can be very noisy.

In the Suburban-house I note how well behaved and domesticated the two dogs, Big Red, and Quell, are. They are house-hounds. Its nice to have big house-hounds. They are still young, but very well conditioned to being good house-hounds. They have very nice manners. Paul is great with them. The little girls give them heaps of hugs and kisses. They will mature into fine animals… both the girls and the dogs.

The three dogs here on the farm are as wild as they are domesticated. Definitely not house-hounds. Not yet anyway.

Of course, Cmas with kiddies is best. G.G. is a big kid now, probably her last magical Cmas. Nova is a charming devil. She entertained me quite a bit last eve.

The teens are both cool dudes. They very much liked their underwear and socks from Santa.

And everyone very much liked my classic cinnamon rolls…

And the beat goez on…

Smiles all around…