Merry Christmas everyone from Arizona. The sun is shining and it looks like it is going to be another great day. Ben came for coffee and before long. all of us were sitting outside for the morning coffee talk.
We discussed the garbage can turkey and opened gifts. I had bought Ben a little charcoal BBQ and put it from the dogs. I think he was pleased with it and now he can cook his steak over the Bar-be and not the open flame. This way, if he doesn't want to bother with a campfire, he can use the little BBQ. I hope it will make things a bit easier for him.
Trueman stopped by for a quick coffee and to wish us a Merry Christmas. He is headed out to the mine for use his metal detector. Ariane brought the one she had bought for Larry for his birthday out and Trueman gave her some tips on how to use it and gave it his seal of approval. We detected a bit here at the campsite and to no one's surprise, found some spent gun cartridges and then Ariane found the motherlode!! It was a big wad of tinfoil!! Jesus, Mary and Joseph - we are rich!! Then Larry, being the smart ass that he is, grabbed the detector from Ariane and held it against John's leg and detected it!! It showed Nickel, so maybe that stainless steel plate is nickel coated!! Anyway, we all had a good laugh. It is crazy moments like this that make one think how very lucky we are to have good friends. John and I truly are blessed.
While we were sitting having coffee, Hogan and Cowboy were out having a run around and eventually coming back with Hogan on three legs. I assumed he had dislocated his knee cap again (which is becoming an everyday event) but noticed that he had a cluster of thorns in his leg. Just as I was about to get the pliers to pull them out, Cowboy comes over and starts pulling them out with his teeth. Hogan stood perfectly still while he did this and in just a minute, the thorns were out and Hogan was once again good to go!! We had just witnessed an incredible act of caring between these two dogs. WOW!!
It was soon time to start the turkey. Ben, John and Larry were in charge of this task. After a bit of discussion, the can was ready and the turkey was propped up and ready for the heat. The briquettes were placed around and on top of the can and the cooking began.
The meal was delicious and although the turkey was a bit overcooked, it tasted great. Trueman stopped by just as we were ready to eat and he was able to stay and enjoy the meal with us. Ben provided dessert and we all ate our fill and that includes all the dogs!!
With dishes done and the leftovers put away, we settled around the fire listening to each others stories. Part way through the evening, Ariane said "Hey, where is the snowman?". After a brief search, the dismembered and beheaded remains of Mr Snowman was found under a nearby tree. Ariane was devastated. After hauling him 2000 miles, she had not expected to have him meet such an ugly demise here in the Arizona desert. Grace, who had been eyeing him up earlier, became the prime suspect. This was a hideous end to what was an otherwise lovely day. For the short time we knew Mr Snowman, he was a great guy and lit up our lives. He will be sorely missed and may he rest in pieces!!
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