I think Moat was writing about philosophy with Peracles. ha

I like to read stuff like that.

I think sometimes about going into the garage, turning on the engine, ensuring that the garage door is secured and then losing my soul. But I have no car or garage. 

ha

My son brought his children to my apartment for the first time.

We usually meet in the community center downstairs, over the last four years....but he insisted that my grandchildren come to my apartment last night.

Sean thought that it was time.

He did his best to childproof the place. hahahhah

Precious thought it was time to cry  as soon as she found herself inside the building. ha

But that stopped?

And we proceeded upstairs in the elevators that are in repair.

Jolee had no idea what was going on but I was able to pick her up and pick up one bag as we preceded to the goal.

Sean set up the TV with his DVD machine and it would not work.

He had promised the kids that they could watch their favorite ICE Disney film whilst they waylaid with the infidel. hahahhahaah

Well he fixed the damn thing. Thank the Good Lord.

It turned out later that we needed the old remote, but I found it hours later.

I had presents for the children.

The primary present ended up not working. Par for the course.

But, the kids were really nice to me.

Cheese and crackers.

There's the thing.

And Kool Ade (subtly watered down!) with ritz and cheese.... well that did the trick.

Seany never missed a beat.

OH I  had kid-proofed the apartment appropriately...at least in my mind. hahahahah

He did nothing as far as that goes. No, he trusted me having been here overnight the day before.

Everything was fine.

I made tacos later on. Boy they loved those soft tacos.

I get so lost at times, but babies must be watched and one forgets their lostness. hahhahaah

Precious was always ascared of me. hahahhahh

We did fine today.

I picked up Jolee five times (at least) and there were no screams. hahahahahhahhahahaha I got to kiss her on those occasions!

We talked and we laughed and we discussed many matters. 

(Oh, the greatest point of order,as it were was when Precious went to the bathroom and she noted: Daddy it smells so nice in here!)

I told my son that it is miraculous that he would not only be a father, and that he had to learn how to be a father; but that you cannot ever really teach this stuff. I mean, every baby is an individual in the end. And he learned that what works for Precious, does not necessarily work for Jolee.

Anyway, depression might be lifted by being with children. This surely helped me. Today.

This blog is about nothing and yet it is about everything.

Christmas; with or without religion is real.

I know because families are real.

And I laugh when my son speaks of his sins. hahahahahahha

Oh I yell tooooo much. hahahahahha Daddy says?

I WONDER WHERE HE LEARNED THAT FROM?

These kids are clean and well fed and well clothed and well ......

I lose my Christmas spirit sometimes.

But I get this spirit back as long as I am with children.

MERRY CHRISTMAS DAGBLOGGERS OR HAPPY HOLIDAYS.

I get so lost.

And  then I get found.

People are so nice to me here. And I really feel safe here.

You  are nice peeps. hahahahah

My favorite commie sings:

Sometimes there are good times.