Kevin Scott: December 2008 Archives

I didn't forget about you, my loyal subjects (if I may so boldly refer to you in that way).  I don't have much to say today.  Christmas is right around the corner, and I am finally getting in the mood.  Although much shopping still lies ahead of me.  I feel like getting even more personal with this entry and allowing passage into something I wrote not long ago about the storm and the aftermath.  Strictly from my own convoluted digressions of thought processes.  That is all...

Pianos dance as ghosts sink in waters of oceanic tides
silhouettes speak suddenly into flames of distant heat
glistening shores have forsaken, thus speaking in drumbeats
forbidden lyrics change life forever, pulled off course
ropes dangle beneath drips of hard earned rest
lost is only inevitable if you relay blame on unforgiven
pick up the flame, pretend life is still a smoke stack worth burning
destroy desperation in a breath of curling green smoke
try not to blame those who have yet to be forgiven
struggle with this and the clouds move in like a chorus
foundations balance on century old strength and new dawns
hound's tooth tiki torches dance with red earth
digging claws rest in curled up abandonment sung to sleep by history
we sold our souls for opportunities of rebirth masked
sullen faces bled by heartbeats stricken with potential
dawn whispers death into thoughts of resurrection
rising kings conquer demons with a kiss, lips drenched in distant choice
pretend to stand on two feet, sink your toes into island politics
discover storms that dance on sandbar attitudes suspended by greed
platforms once raised with sticks carry ghosts with silent footsteps.
 

I got my first Christmas wish (see previous blog entry from 12/5/08).  Perhaps others will follow.  Stay tuned.
 

They're back.  Pipe noise and all.  The bikers.  Can't live with'em.  Can't live without'em.  Very loud outside the office window today.  Anybody planning on a revving his/her motor this weekend?
 

I just want to say what a terrific, splendid time I had at Dickens this year.  I also want to thank GHF and all their staff and volunteers who made it possible to keep it going this year.  I've never had more fun at any other Galveston Island event than I had this past weekend at Dickens.

Thanks again GHF and Galveston.

Did you attend Dickens on the Strand?

I don't have anything to really get serious about today, so you'll have to put up with some rambling thoughts.  I know.  I know.  You're asking yourself, "don't I usually put up with your rambling?"

For real though.  Tomorrow starts Dickens, and I hope you're all excited to get together with fellow Galvestonians and visitors.  If you're not, then read Mikie's blog below.  And refresh yourself on all that is Dickens.

It's kind of strange to me that Christmas is so close.  It's gotten colder and all, my house is decorated for Christmas, but I'm not quite sure I'm Santa smitten just yet.  Maybe I'll ask Santa for snow this year.  That'll get me in the spirit.  I mean, I missed out on the Galveston white Christmas of 2004.  And we have already been pelted by the snake-in-the-grass otherwise known as "he whose name we don't mention."  So.  Why not snow?  Bring it on Santa.  Oh, and here's a few other things I would like:

a teleporter for my wife - I know they're costly and all... but I've been extra good this year... I cleaned the litter box twice, sometimes three times a week...

a big fat insurance check for the Culpeppers - now Santa... I know there was that time Mikie said you were over-rated... but it was only because he's asked you for the Vols to get another national championship every year since 1998...

a new home for Will - please?!

oh. make it a new home for John and Susie too - one with a... very... large... HDTV...

ummmm.  my neighbor richard needs his seats recovered in his new-to-him car - not quite sure on the specifics... you may want to plop down his chimney and double check...

a completed downstairs for the Mo's - I mean they already did the dirty work for you Santa... and they got the permit...

a buyer for a certain lot for sale for the Spencers - don't you need a summer home Santa...

and how about a strong, passionate group of folks to lead us with a salty solution of hope...

 

What's on your list for Santa??