Coop's Corner: Merry Christmas

Wednesday, December 21, 2022

Merry Christmas - 2022

The Cooper Christmas Letter 2022

Trying something different this year so instead of sending out cards w/letters inside I'm going to send our Holiday wishes right here. Not as many cards are being sent as in year's past, so this will have to do as the season's letter.

As always, those of us that have been around awhile will likely all agree that last December must have only happened a few months ago, at least it feels that way. A lot has happened since then but that old rascal Father Time wasted none of it flipping through our calendars, seemingly barely letting the pages flatten out before the next turn.

Anecdotally, based on memory only and no facts, it was a late Spring, a hot (windy!) dry summer, lovely autumn and until only very recently, a patient winter start. I'm stating all of this from my point of view based in rural Red Wing.

Peg started all sorts of garden plants early, they thrived both indoors and out, our garden a huge success. Not everything turned out as planned or as we'd hoped but we're using the excuse that "it was an experiment" and for the most part, that is an accurate statement. We really don't know what we're doing out there around the raised beds but it's been a fun adventure seeing what we can learn.

Both Peg and I are still working, she normal and proper full week's. I'm on a Tuesday-Thursday program and it suits me just fine. Working from home in Peg's case, when I'm not out visiting 5 States-worth of customers I'm home as well. I spend far, far less time on the phone or in online meetings than Peg does and for that I'm very thankful.

A quick update with the other 4, Katlyn and husband James live and work in Mpls, not far from Tangletown. Lauren's doing her best to travel the world's waters working/playing chamber music on the cruise ships. Ben (soon with to-be wife Bri) hopes to return to Ft. Campbell once he's done with deployment near Budapest. Hanna and Dr. Nich are working their music together in Minneapolis. All happy, healthy and living good lives. We couldn't be happier or more proud. Little dogs and little kitties are as close to being grandparents as Peg and I have come....so far.

It was a good year for motorcycling, of that you can be assured with volumes of proof near by.

Wishing all of you, family, friends and visitors as well a Happy and Healthy Merry Christmas season!

Doug and Peg

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mohessianDecember 22, 2022 at 7:52 AM
And best wishes to you Doug, and your family, this holiday season.
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AnonymousDecember 22, 2022 at 2:48 PM
Merry Christmas
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redlegsridesDecember 23, 2022 at 8:40 AM
Merry Christmas to you and yours Coop! I hope Ben is doing great over there near Budapest.
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AnonymousDecember 24, 2022 at 7:49 AM
Merry Christmas 🎁🎄 to you & your family. Thankful for your friendship & enoy all your adventures, pictures, reflections that you share on this blog spot. Colleen Aka Speedbump..🎄❄️🎅🧑‍🎄🎄
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Steve WilliamsDecember 25, 2022 at 9:18 AM
Time sure does fly. There's no explanation other that advancing years.

I hope the New Year is kind to you and your family and the weather moderates to get you back on a motorcycle. It's good medicine for the soul and I suspect we will both take it until we can't.

Merry Christmas from the sticks!
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