My Mistake and the Little Drummer Boy

 When, two months ago, I made an appointment for Zion's grooming today it did not occur to me that today was the Saturday before Thanksgiving.

Zion is groomed in a Plaza at the sprawling


or as I call it the University Town Abomination; good land devoted to dubious retail and indifferent restaurants.

The traffic moved easily enough. Parking was a nightmare.

I parked about half a mile (I exaggerate) from the Groomer's store. As I drew near my worst fears were realised. The outdoors sound system was playing the Little Drummer Boy.

I'd prefer never to hear this pathetic song, let alone on November 18th.  GRH!

I repeated the journey and the parking lottery two hours later.

Now I could smile.  Zion cleans up very well!


                             At a neighbour's home


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