The Magic Jukebox

"got the next six months to pay these bills"

I must admit. I’m kinda feeling the Christmas. There are no ornaments on my tree but it looks sparkly and kind and happy. My trees on the mantel look good and they’ve infiltrated the dining room table which is quite nice. I THINK I’m done shopping, perhaps some more stocking gifts, gotta get the oranges for the stockings, etc.

I’ve never been the biggest fan of cooked carrots but consider me reformed. We did a small roast pork with mustard and rosemary on it. We threw some chunked up Sola Gratia carrots in the pan for the last half hour. They totally won the plate.

Needless to say, I quite liked it.

Leftover vegetables from a different dinner, topped with eggs for breakfast. If you ever wonder if fresh carrots and potatoes from a farm and not a grocery store taste better, let me assure you they do.

The other day Ernie was trying to play the jukebox and it was acting kind of wonky. We finally gave up and moved on and finished up the tree. That night I was woken by a big thump. I thought about it and decided I didn’t care. Turned over to go back to sleep. Suddenly the jukebox started playing this song. “Got the next six months to pay these bills, every time I think about it, it gives me chills.”

Once every revolution of the 45 it slowed down and it sounded as though he was singing underwater. I laid there, swore, and sighed. I tried texting Ernie upstairs. No response. I hauled myself out of bed and clumped out to the living room with Little Guy. I dragged a chair out of the way and tried to get closer to the jukebox. I decided I was going to just turn off the power strip. Not the best mid play but I couldn’t get to anything else. Just as I wedged myself into a spot where I thought I could lift one foot and hit the off switch, it suddenly stopped. I put my foot back down and pondered it. I waited a few minutes, no music. I glared at it and said, “If you do this again I’m going to be very irritated,” and clumped back to bed. A few hours later it came to life once again, played the last of the song above before switching to another Christmas song. I laid there sleepily, listened to about three songs and then suddenly it shut off. The party was over. I went back to sleep.

Onward.

Love,
Cynthia