Our week that was

 

Whew!  You've heard me say it before, but time really is a thief!

Grand #2 turned 24 --and tomorrow my favorite son will be 52.  How can that be??? Last month DIL Lois surprised him with tickets to see the Rolling Stones -- then this weekend at Orange Beach.  I love her giving heart.

Let's see ...

I had quite a scare Monday afternoon when the infusion company informed me there would be no more deliveries. Unbeknownst to us, Tom's original order had expired.  Thankfully, their pharmacist was able to reach the infectious disease specialist who wrote a new script. New antibiotics were delivered via courier  yesterday afternoon -- just in time.  Man, I'm getting too old for this stuff.

We met with both of Tom's doctors -- who green-lighted him to begin driving, and lift random items weighing more than a Bible.  Really!   That very caution was included in his discharge instructions: "Don't lift anything heavier than a Bible."

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It's unseasonably warm -- weird warm -- again.  But I still felt led to make a big pot of chicken soup.  Just so happens, the day before I'd treated myself to a stroll through the Vintage Marketplace on Main.

..... where I found this cheery soup bowl.

I was sorely tempted to add this sweet pillow to my cart.

Too, this Christmas goat ....
before deciding he'd probably give little Grace a heart attack.

Ya, I'm weird that way.

Anyway.  'Not sure what I did differently than last year, but gosh!  The soup was bland-bland-BLAND.  Last night I added copious amounts of Hatch chile, cheddar -- and walnuts, too.  They've become my new go-to snack.

I dunno, there's something about chilly weather that makes me want to put on Perry Como's Christmas classics and play in the kitchen.

I've been thumbing through my mother's old cookbooks but realized no-one here is particularly fond of kuchen ... potato pancakes ... rice casserole.

Feeling humbled to realize, how few of her recipes contained meat.  Theirs must have been a shoestring budget, but I can't remember ever going without.

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So, I'll finish the rest of my Christmas cards this weekend.  A letter, too, for those not on social media or from whom we've drifted.

Other than that, I'm feeling strangely mellow.  I still need to pick up a gift certificate for our home health nurse and a whimsical something or another for our church ladies' "dirty Santa" exchange.

Tom and I've agreed not to exchange gifts again this year.  But I may draft another 'Grown-up Christmas List' just for giggles.

I hope you'll stay tuned!

Holiday hugs!

Myra