The Journal of Rhiannon Black

Or maybe not. Who knows. It will remain a mystery unsolved. I surely would have loved to have seen some Christmas cows. Especially around Butler Plaza. Seems quite the place, for Christmas cows. The sign--one of those movable signs they use on highways to warn of smoke or fog or holiday slowdowns--definitely said cattle, not cow. Surely that implies a multiplicity of cows. But I saw not one. I wonder if they were bedecked with holiday ribbons and tinsel draped rakishly from their horns. Were they there to finish their holiday shopping? Butler Plaza certainly wouldn't have been my first choice. Though there is a Petsmart, Barnes and Noble, Michaels and Lowes jam packed in there. I would have expected them to hit the mall instead but maybe they were just finishing up odds and ends. And who am I to criticize anyone from wanting to avoid the mall. It's a dull place. Hecky darn, it doesn't even have a Crate and Barrel or any other half interesting place.

Santa's on his way: he said so when I IMed him. He's still playing it close to the vest about the Friesians, the diamonds or assorted metalsmithing tools. Or the hobby farm. That's Santa, though, isn't it?