Merry Christmas from Biodiesel Magazine
As I write this blog entry Christmas Eve morning, the weather outside—like the song says—is frightful. Thinking of another holiday song, maybe Bing Crosby would not have been dreaming of a white Christmas if he knew to what extent this could be carried in the Upper Midwest: pure (as the wind-driven snow) white-out conditions, biting wind and jeopardized holiday plans.
For several years now, it has been my tradition to spend Christmas Eve with nearby relatives, their children, and their kids’ children. The atmosphere is enchanting. The food is amazing. The company is warm and inviting.
It’s only eight miles away, but it is eight miles of dirt road—well, there’s dirt somewhere underneath the snow drifts and ice. For the past three Christmases, my girlfriend and her daughter have accompanied me. They drive in from 30 miles away, and then we all gather up our gifts and journey down the long, straight country road to our destination.
If the weather doesn’t let up, however, I may just have to spend the evening with my dogs, which, for them, would be wonderful.
The powerful force we call weather is humbling. But what’s important is to make the best of it, whatever “it” is.
Merry Christmas to you all and here’s hoping the weather, or something else, doesn’t stop you from spending quality time with your family and friends this holiday season.
We’ll pick up the biodiesel fight—the good fight—next week. Until then, eat, drink and be merry!