Christmas 2001

Merry Christmas 2001,
I hope the season finds you well in spite of all that is going on in the country. There are still at least three things we can be thankful for: 1. The world, or at least the civilized part of the world, has finally decided to do something about terrorism. 2. As Will Rogers said, “The economy continues to improve despite the best efforts of the government.” 3. Gas is under a buck a gallon.
We’re grandparents again! Mackenzie Rose was born January 12, 2001. You can call her Mackenzie, Kenzie or Rose but don’t call her Mac. It upsets her mother something awful.
We went on a family vacation to Bemidji, Minnesota this summer. We took the whole family. We like to take the grandkids on vacation when they are young. It toughens them up. We figure if they can survive a week with us, there is not much they can’t get through in life. Brock went fishing for the first time. He has all the makings of a fisherman. Most little kids don’t have the patience to fish, but his attention was riveted to his pole right up to the time it was almost in the water. We had good weather, caught some fish and Nicole and Vickie got to shop. What more could you ask from a vacation?
Vickie and Sabrina went down to Missouri and Oklahoma this summer while I slaved away painting the house. I thought our little ranch-style house would be easy to paint after painting that big house we used to live in. Maybe a week at the most, I figured, but it took the whole summer. The weather wouldn’t cooperate. It was either so hot that the paint would gum up on the brush or it rained, and the paint would run. There were a few nice days, but I wasn’t going to waste them painting. I went fishing instead. I finally got the job done when Vickie hid my fishing poles.
We’re no longer slumlords. We sold our big house to a guy who makes his living as a slumlord. It’s nice to get rid of it. The extra money coming in every month was nice, but there was always something that needed fixed and the weather would never cooperate.
We have a couple of friends who bought a fishing resort up in Alexandria, Minnesota. We took a weekend this fall and went up to see them. We probably had the worst weather we have ever had on a vacation. There were forty-mile an hour winds, five foot whitecaps on the lake, thunder, lightening, tornado warnings and it rained so hard you couldn’t see ten feet in front of you. If it had gotten any worse, I would have had to stop fishing.
We are all still working the same jobs. Vickie is active in the church. Sabrina’s going to school and growing up, and Jeremy’s still working with computers. I do what I can. This winter I’m going to do a little remodeling in the house, if the weather will cooperate. Until next year, you take care of yours and we’ll take care of ours.
Merry Christmas

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About thewritingdeputy

Joel Jurrens was a deputy sheriff for 26 years until he retired in 2013. He has published three novels: In The Sticks, Graves of His Personal Liking and County Ops: The Vengeance of Gable Fitzgerald. He tries to keep his blog light and humorous and sometimes downright silly.
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