Christmas eve, 2011. All is calm. After a remarkably unstressful day full of family and food and connections I’m ready to call it a night.
The whole family was here today. Everyone who is special in my life was here and Joe masterfully captured it all with the camera. It was a great day. I got to cuddle with my granddaughter (who knows she owns me) and play hide and seek with my grandson (who also rules my world, but isn’t as blatant about it). Made a rocking dinner and watched it disappear.
I do believe that everyone liked their gifts, at least I hope they did. I am madly in love with everything from the ermine jacket (It so rocks) to the hand painted jars (perfect for my work table) and the tools!! I love tools, I can’t wait to see what direction these take me. And still we have tomorrow.
But, we all know it’s not the gifts, but the thoughts put behind them. Peace and love to you all this holiday. Be safe, don’t drink and drive, and be good to your kids, they love you warts and all.
I finally figured it out. The light clicked on. The A-ha moment when I figured out how to change colors of thread while working on a project without having the color change look like shit. I’ve read the directions and seen it done and had it shown to me and just couldn’t do it. This morning I tried it on a baby blanket I’m crocheting and it worked. Now I just hope I retain that knowledge.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas here. The tree is up, most of the gifts wrapped. The tree looks delish this year. I went with all purple and silver and it turned out really nice. My orchids are almost all in bloom and they make the kitchen look so spring like.
So as I look out of my kitchen window and look at the snow-covered black hole in the back yard, these lovelies draw my eye and I am captivated by the colors and the beauty of them all over again. Given a choice, I would opt to never get cut flowers again. I’d rather have a live Orchid that will bloom over and over.
I’ve been especially busy cleaning out rooms while I have the energy to do them. I’ve gotten all of my side of the basement done. Now I need to keep working on bring the stuff down from upstairs. I figure if I do a little bit each day, that room can be ready to paint within the week. Not that I’m going to paint it within a week, mind you. But it will be ready for me when I am.
Oh, and I got a lovely surprise in the mail. Some yummy glass from a friend. I’m not sure what it is, but I can’t wait to try it.
I’m off to give the bedroom a good going over and to finish the laundry. I just love Mondays. Always too much that didn’t get done over the weekend. Have a wonderful afternoon all. Don’t work as hard as I intend to.
Woke up this morning, tried to open my eyes and greet the day, and my right eye was goop sealed and so not opening. I raced to the bathroom and applied a warm washcloth to open it, after looking to see if the goop was white or green, white, thank heavens. Came downstairs and before I had coffee or breakfast or anything, I called the doctors and made an appointment. With my immune system being almost nonexistent and just getting off a plane it just seemed prudent. So, I have a sinus infection that has spread to my tear ducts and infect my eye. So back on antibiotics for two weeks. Can’t torch cause everything is blurry in that eye and it’s hard to focus. I have two vessels that I have to finish and I can’t focus enough to do the chain detail.
So Oz and I are hanging out in the big red chair waiting for Joe to get back from church.
Today went so quickly. Went to Red Lobster with M and M tonite for dinner cause B ain’t cooking with an eye infection. Gross. Had the stuffed mushrooms. Really yummy and just enough for me (minus the one I gave to Joe cause I couldn’t finish it). And, BONUS, they helped bring all my Christmas Decorations upstairs. As they were carrying things up, I kept hearing “are we done yet”. I don’t think they ever realized just how much it takes to decorate a home this big. I won’t use it all, I never do, but it’s nice to be able to pick and choose.
Was really nice talking with them and sharing memories and kinda got me started on memory lane. Now my memory lane, as anyone who knows my home at all, will tell you is on my walls. I have photo’s hung everywhere. The entire upstairs hallway is covered in photographs and memories. Each photo has a special meaning to me, and was hand-picked and placed exactly where I want them. I remember each day each photo was taken, but each photo has a hidden memory that is only mine. I’ve never shared the memory, or even the knowledge of the memory with anyone. I think it’s time to start. The first one that comes to my head is a photo of C standing in front of a Cadillac Allante’ convertable that we arranged for him to drive to prom. Dolled up in a tux, his hair is halfway past his shoulders and he has a dumb hat on but he felt like a king that night. He put so many miles on that car that night I still have my doubts that they ever made it to the prom. I think they just drove all night to be seen. The photo is a really good one. I can see the man he will someday be when I look at it. But my memory of that day, I didn’t go to the Tigers game. For a very good reason, I gave my ticket away and didn’t go. If you want the rest of the story, you have to ask.
It’s late and my little brain is spinning out of control in its small vortex so I am off to stare like a mindless robot at a little flat box for an hour, then, haul my mind numb body upstairs where I will collapse into an exhausted stupor. (God the prose is flowing, I’m outta here).
Beautiful dreams everyone.