Procrastination Does Not Become Me

Well, I've avoided this post for a while and I cannot think of any good reasons why. Since the Scotland trip, life hasn't been all that chock full of rockin' good times, nor has it been lower than low. It's just been, well, November. The first glimpses of winter have appeared and we've finally decided to put away the summer yard tools and make our first tentative stabs at Christmas shopping.

Our big debate this year: what to do about Christmas decorating. A few weeks ago I was dead-set against ANY sort of celebratory gee-gaws. Now I have to admit, I'm starting to feel a tiny twinge of the seasonal spirit. But, just when I do, the thought of hauling up the boxes from the basement makes me feel a tad verklempt. It's shocking me to think this way as I could never stand hearing old people say "well, I don't think we'll put up a tree this year." But that might be exactly where we are this year.

Much as I love the Christmas decorations, giving myself a year off the tradition treadmill may just make it seem even more interesting next year. Part of me thinks it would just be rebellious as hell, too, which has a certain appeal. Of course, next year might be the year I get my other fond wish: to spend the holidays in a tropical climate. Umbrella drinks instead of eggnog? When do I pack?

You Take The Low Road, I'll Take the High Road...

and I'll be in Scotland afore ye.

Or something like that.

Yes, tonight I'm going on a quick business trip to Aberdeen, Scotland, home of one of my company's businesses. Plane leaves at 10 pm, and I arrive at around 3 pm local time (after a change of planes in Amsterdam). Then it's two days of meetings and flying back on Thursday in time for supper (I believe - might help if I actually checked the itinerary).

Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about this here blog over the past few days and the fact that I've left it unattended since the Red Sox won the World Series. But I made a conscious decision to enjoy the coverage on TV and in our local newspapers rather than add my two cents worth here. Suffice to say, I ate up every minute of the coverage - so much so that I wanted to stuff a sock in McCarver's mouth by the time it was all over. But that was the bad stuff. The good stuff was seeing our team enjoy itself through every moment of the parade and through visits to various national TV shows. Manny on The Tonight Show? If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I never would have believed it. Papelbon and Papi, yes. Manny always keeps us guessing, that's for sure.

After a tough week at work in which everyone was recovering from World Series mania, I was able to close it down with a visit from my favorite Texan and my SG co-conspirator JET. Slowly but surely, all the wacky band of bloggers over at Surviving Grady are meeting one another. Each person I meet convinces me that we are truly lucky to have found a group of like-minded individuals to share our baseball obsessions.

So, I'll catch you all later in the week - just wanted to let you know that there is more to come!