(aka, Currently)
Good morning from chilly Coosada! Yes 28* may be uncomfortable at first, but I'll take that over 100* any time.
This morning? I'm ...
Perplexed
That 'decking the halls' doesn't bring me so much joy as it once did.
I can't help but remember the first year my mother didn't put up a tree. I was aghast. Like, "How could you not?!" but she had a point -- no-one was expected to visit and she always had to solicit help from a neighbor.
I'm going to ask Alexa to play Michael Foster's Christmas album ... loud and proud ... and see if that doesn't ignite a right spark in me.
Grateful
Tom was able to repair our faux fireplace!
He doesn't 'get' it necessarily, but I'm a tad obsessed. Even the girls love to lay in their beds watching the 'flames.'
In the test kitchen
Nada.
Last night I dubbed myself the Refrigerator Police. Anything left over from Thanksgiving that isn't consumed by Monday's going in the trash.
Reading
An old Michael Palmer medical thriller from the thrift store. 10 for a $1!
Determined to re-discover my passion for reading, I wondered if holding a 'real' hardback (v. the bulky 19" Chromebook) would feel better in my hands.
So far, so good!
Disappointed
In this season's The Voice.
I'm learning to love Snoop Dogg, and Reba's the best. But seriously, the finalists leave me scratching my head. Yes, I'm old. Better I leave it at that.
Wistful
Remember newsstands everywhere?
Since we've a great-grandbaby expected in time for Christmas, I thought it would be fun to buy a New York Times on the day of her birth. I don't know if this is still a thing but recall getting a kick out of hearing what was happening/popular on the day I was born.
Well, when I wasn't paying attention print paper seems to be going the way of the dinosaur. I'd about given up and decided to buy a copy from the Time's website -- when I spied a stack at Publix's service desk yesterday.
Looking forward!
Yes, to baby Penelope's arrival. But more immediately, Troy's birthday next week. He still needs to tell me where he wants to eat, but I'm hoping he'll choose LongHorn. Stay tuned!
Photo Dump
In closing, here are a few glimpses of the Christmas season at Casa Guca. (Not much has changed, so yes. Some of y'all will recognize the repeats, borrowed from the archives!)
These bells were once worn by my grandfather's horse. He'd hook them up to the sleigh carriage that took the family into town on snowy Minnesota evenings.
This little stool was given me back in '52 -- see it there?
11 months of the year it sits beside the bed holding my phone and water bottle but I like to bring it out each Christmas.
Little book gifted my mother by her Sunday school teacher ca. 1920.
Deliberately sans ornaments, the tree changes to colored lights every few seconds.
T-t-t-that's all, folks!
Happy Weekend and love from Coosada!
Hugs, Myra