I’m trying to stay in the Christmas spirit, but it isn’t working so well. I need to ship a couple of gifts and will have to make that happen later this week, somehow…
Please hold Uncle’s wife and her family in your thoughts and prayers. One of her cousins lost his brief battle with cancer last night. He was an avid sportsman and while I hear he intimidated some, I am grateful for having known him. I’ll remember his laughter and his kindness when I was a duck out of water… and that’s how I came to know him, years before I married his cousin’s nephew by marriage.
I wish I had photos from my weekend festivities. The tree Friday night was trimmed in part with clothespin ornaments the hostess’s mother had made. They were delightful and it was fun to hear the stories behind what rembrance each one served to preserve. Sadly, Keswick Hall doesn’t have up much in the way of holiday photos, but it was beautiful too.
Ironically, I had to stop tippy-typing this post to help MJ hang large acrylic snowflakes in the windows by my desk. Hem. I hope the people who drive by appreciate her attempts to decorate, because the scrooges within sure don’t.
At home, there’s a wreath on the door only because the League sold them this year and I’m just allergic enough to the resin that the thing couldn’t live in my car a second longer than it took to get it home, so up it went. Luckily, we have a nice, covered front porch because that was the night of the flooding. (There was also a brisk wind, and thus… the bow’s “legs” are all over the place.) The fur-girls assisted, which is to say, the project took four times longer for the “Sissy, no”s and the “Gretchen, leave it!”s.
Do you decorate for the holidays? Inside and out?