Oh, I dunno, I got the usual standard stuff.
Including yet another annual subscription to the Reader's Digest, from a nephew and his wife. It's not really my thing, but they've always heard me complain about the Reader's Digest creating new ailments, new diseases, that never before existed in all the history of mankind, and so it's probably a gag gift.
The neighbor brought over 7 20-pound bags of cat-litter.
A padded jacket from a certain woman, which fits but is useless, because I don't wear heavy clothing. I thanked her anyway, profusely.
Lots of homemade cookies, from various people.
A $70 gift certificate to be applied against the purchase of a revolver, from the old guy across the river here.
A round roast of beef, circa 8 pounds, for the cats, from a little old lady in town.
Four pairs of gloves, ranging from expensive leather to a $1.19 pair, from the ancient elderly gentleman who used to mow the lawn here, and his wife, but alas useless because I don't do gloves. I thanked them anyway, profusely.
A gift certificate for $25 from the local bar-diner, from the town inebriate who now mows the lawn here; I was touched, because apparently the business doesn't do gift certificates, and so the owner of the place hand-wrote it for me, on the back of a page from a calendar.
Photographs of the infant daughters of the nephews and nieces-in-law.
The oldest nephew got me a new tower and hard-drive, which I've already talked about, but as he's far away and to come here means a considerable detour, we'll see when that gets here. The conditions of weather and the roads puts a damper on travel here.
The soil scientist who's still analyzing the William Rivers Pitt gave me a china commemorative plate of Clare Booth Luce.
There's other stuff, but as I immediately put them away and send off a "thank you" note, I forget after a few days.
