Let's Eat

 Let’s Eat
Yesterday was another class luncheon for the Connellsville Area High School senior class. It was held at a local restaurant Bud Murphy’s. It’s never a large gathering. It fluctuates because of personal schedules. Ther may be as few as six or eight and may be as many as a dozen. This gathering was our Christmas get together with a cookie share time as the highlight of the event. Doesn’t that sound exciting?
One our members usually bring something to decorate if there is a holiday just to make the table look festive. Yesterday was no exception. Table cloth, table runner, and crafted bells brightened the usual restaurant table. Small candy cane gifts were distributed. Cocoa bombs were handed out as we waited for our wait person to take our orders and for the kitchen to prepare our meals.. And I mustn’t forget the after dinner chocolate covered Andes or York mints to freshen breaths after a meal that may be filled with onion oor garlic.
Since I’ve mentioned our wait person, let me say that only her age keeps her from being an integral part of our group. Heather is as off-the-wall as we are. I believe that she has taken special care of our group as well.
I thought it was an ugly-Christmas-sweater day. I was decked out in a red button-down shirt, Santa necktie, and a peaked Santa hat to shop for a few minutes before lunch time. It was great to greet people with “Merry Christmas” and watch them smile. While I was out buying a few things I bumped into my Sister Kathy Beck Basinger, her husband Doug, and a cousin Robin Beck. I had to stop and talk for a few minutes then hurried off.
I was glad to get home to finish the chore of butchering my deer. I started a batch of venison jerky and packaged the meat to freeze. Although I am glad to have some extraa food on hand, I am glad that chore is over. My right shoulder has become achy and sore. A deep ache remains in the muuscle and shoulder joint.
Now I must face the question “To be or not to be?” Will I put up my eight foot high Christmas tree or not. Putting the tree together is only a fourth of the Herculean task. There are the lights, the garland, and the hundreds of ornaments to hang in the branches. Once the holiday is over, I am faced with dismanteling the big green monster. If I don’t I will miss seeing the old Christmas heirlooms that usually dangle from the branches. Maybe I should throw a smal party and have my friends do the work. Merry Christmas.