Lovely evening with Norman Rockwell at the Frist Arts Center ending with salads and wine and rich long ago Christmas music. The quartet of violin, mandolin, accordion, and guitar filled the room with Christmas cheer. Our night was lit with that warm inner glow radiating around us as we slowly made our way back to our car and the comforts of home.
Open curtains to dining room sliding doors, and imagine...to our surprise...a gray kitty cat is feasting on the plump stack of sunflower hearts left on the deck railing for the winter bird visitors. Bad kitty!
Anxious evening of sideways rain and rolling thunder fizzles the Christmas lights marathon, of zig zagging all over hill and dale viewing contest winners, right out of existence...bah humbuggers.
Downtown afternoon play of A
Christmas Story was a nice ending to
our holiday excursion. I love audience participation - we got to yell out "you'll shoot your eye out" way too many times, and bark and howl up a storm whenever the dogs were supposed to be heard in the background.
Empty thoughts and vacant stares...this story...like invisible ink refusing to obey the rules of magically appearing when summoned by this inept sorcerer. Sweet dreams and misty mornings hid in yesterdays as I look out my window at the yard whipping about in the brisk wind. Beyond that glass is dark and dreary, as the clouds hover abundantly just above the ground; but that feel of cold and empty is just an illusion...much like this tale.
It's only long sleeve flannel shirt weather today. The dog is snuggled by my feet, my lap cradles a calico cat, and the fragrance of cream laced steaming hot coffee warms my heart all aglow. I would have to say my favorite thing...my most, in all of this world, favorite thing is sharing.
It all falls into place so cozily when I put thoughts of myself aside for a bit and just take in that which revolves around me...my private world that is the sum of all that I am. It's filled with love...shared love. Having not always picked badly, my space is crammed with enough favorite things to kindle and keep alive that soft fuzzy feeling of knowing I'm where I belong. Can anyone ask for more than that?
Christmas dinner shopping; Andee's every three-week trip to the vet, cause his real vet date is Christmas day; and then to the chiropractor to thump back into place everything that popped out of place on that 5000 up and down stair traveling at the Fontanel Mansion tour the day before.
Draped neck over neck roll to relax that mass of knotty muscles, but my body kept chanting more rest more rest more rest! Gave in and woke up at 2:30 this morn.
Not sleepy anymore, up since 2:3o am, should be good to go until about time for Christmas Eve at the Melting Pot Fondue Place. A production of Ginger Pear Upside-Down Cake is in the making, so I'll be occupied until further notice. Christmas day is simple...filet steaks, yukon gold roasted potatoes, and mixed greens salad with toasted almonds, celery, and bosc pears laced with honey sour cream dressing...m-m-mmmmm.
Nine Christmas cards taped to the hall entry way this time around. Families sent none...the little buggers. It's about 9 am with the temp 26 degrees and slowly rising to a heatwave of 36 today, but no snow, NO SNOW, no snow in the forecast. Poowey.