Christmas is a weird time of year. It is time of year when people give gifts to others. Some give those said gifts with great though and some with little thought as to who they are giving them too. Dad, who is 90 and mom who is unfortunately gone…always gives checks…who can bitch about giving money…daughter always gives me clothes or this year food stuffs…specialty foodstuffs…one might even define them as gourmand…very nice…and well appreciated…sis-in-law K…always practical…knows I work in a cold weather environment. And always gives me the odd cold weather socks, the combo fingerless glove/mitts…or the wool scarf…she has a knack for the appropriate and useful gift. Sis on the other hand doesn’t have a clue. Her gift was a mouse pad that depicts a golf ball hanging on the lip of the hole with a sound chip that when depressed has the sound of a club striking a ball, a whoop from the crowd, the ball hitting the bottom of the hole, and a cheer from said crowd…neat and funny I must admit. But I have an optic mouse…and if she would have asked her son or have had any knowledge of the extent of my involvement with computers…ah well…probably will take it to work and my roller ball mouse there but…she tries too hard…