Last night, Anne bought a Christmas CD. “Favorite Things” from my favorite musical, The Sound of Music, was on it. Today’s been a day of favorite things for me, aside from hugging Anne good-bye this morning.
(Note to other SoM fans – you NEED the 40th anniversary DVD! The Knight got it for me, and it has a Karaoke section, along with everything else!)
The Knight had to work today, so he missed lunch with my favorite cousin and her parents, who are conveniently, my favorite aunt and uncle. We gathered because we never can see too much of each other, but also because we’re in the habit of getting together on the weekend after Thanksgiving to celebrate Nannie’s birthday. On the way down, I jammed to XM’s Christmas music, and they seemed to be playing all of my favorites, so I sang along, and was feeling rather festive when I arrived. (In case you care, I dined upon another favorite – a black and bleu salad.)
Surprise! There weren’t just hugs and food and good conversation. My aunt found one more of her mother’s jewelry boxes, and there were four items up for discussion. We’ve been very judicious with my grandmother’s possessions, so all of her remaining children and grandchildren have something that was meaningful to her. However, this most recent find held some of the greatest treasures. My mother, a nurse like her mother, had wondered where the nurse’s pin (kinda’ like a portable diploma for nurses, it would seem) was. It will soon be on its way to her, as a big Christmas surprise. My aunt had missed their mother’s wedding band. It now resides immediately adjacent to her own, and will be handed down to Favorite Cousin (FC) in due time. There was also a pretty little ruby ring, and it is headed to another girl cousin. Since I’m the one who lives in the shadow of UVA, I was gifted with my grandmother’s nursing school ring.
Of course, just as the worn wedding band fit my aunt’s finger perfectly, this one slipped onto my ring finger and will stay there indefinitely. (Yep. Class of 1927, she was…) I didn’t inherit my mother’s coulda’ been a hand model hands, but this is important, so ignore my stubby fingers and just look at the ring. It’s well-worn too, and that just makes it feel better. It’s ironic how similar it is to my own class ring from high school, but trust me on that one, because I’m not inclined to go try to find it, and taking more ring photos is out of the question.
Here’s another shot. That ring will make the next week a little easier, as Nannie’s birthday slips by. I’m so grateful that my aunt is so kind and generous; she knows we need our tangible reminders too, and she’s willing to share.
Oh – and I got some shopping done too. Thanks to a great find in a catalog this morning by the Knight, my inlaws are done, and so are my sister and her hubby. I picked up a few things for my Winter Wonderland pal too.
Which reminds me… This week’s question:
What is the ideal setting for enjoying the perfect cup of coffee? Who would be there – or would you be alone? Inside or out? Morning or night? With food or just the steaming cup of joe?
Well… Since I’m more of a tea girl, coffee is generally a social beverage for me. Prior to Anne’s visit in June, I don’t think I drank coffee unless I was cold, needed a jolt, or wanted an after dinner non-alcoholic sip. My favorite coffee memories come around a table at a nice restaurant, with a fine china cup in one hand and a smile on my face. There’s laughter, and my friends and family are there too. I also enjoy it when the Knight makes a Starbucks run on our way to the firehouse (which for the record is ALWAYS between home and town). Again, it’s me at the big round table in the bay, with friends and maybe even my nephew hanging out.
So, no on being alone, inside – check, and it seems that despite my recent cravings for morning java, my *IDEAL* cup comes at night, either with dessert or in a Starbucks mocha that qualifies as a dessert AND a coffee. Interesting. That all kinda’ surprises me…