Spock is my favorite character in all fiction. A character who bridged the gap between two worlds and faced disdain from each. Who strove for excellence and exemplified strength, character, intelligence, and control. His nearly emotionless demeanor was a perfect foil for those who would attempt to intimidate or insult him. It was a style I would endeavor to imitate to thwart those attempting to insult, demean, or scare me in my own young life. I bought this little figure to remind me to guard against letting my defenses down and allowing emotional hurt to strike me.
As quickly as time has been passing, it is no wonder that Christmas is at our doorstep. I've watched the weather forecast with interest. They mentioned snow last week. It would be a dream fulfilled if only it would snow at Christmas. But now they say it won't happen. Although the precipitation is coming, temperatures won't get low enough for snow. But that isn't a surprise. I don't expect to see snow in my lifetime unless I move far north. We've filled Santa's bag with lots of goodies. Two little boys should have a really good time tearing into them. Bev should really enjoy her gift. She's wanted a long arm quilting machine for a long time. I don't know what I'm getting. I'm far more interested in giving the kids their Christmas. Ruth and I have traded time so we'll each have a day off for the holiday. I'll take Christmas Eve off. She'll have Christmas day. Then back to the routine.