Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. I was cleaning up after a family Christmas party, a bit tired and nostalgic and quite happy with how the day went. It always starts out organized, with a clean table cloth and a pile of gifts under the tree and full bowls of dips and salads, trays of lovely meats and cheeses and cookies, and then at some point I feel myself kind of letting go and sliding into glorious chaos and at some point I can’t find my apron.
Listened to the show Saturday, and it was not bad. Not bad at all. And while I listened, I threw together enough cookie dough to feed a small army. Seriously. I would guess 15 lbs. Just waiting to be baked, and I’m gonna do so, at my leisure, these next few days.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. I’d brought the radio into the family room so I could listen while I put the lights on the Christmas tree, which I’d picked up earlier that day, a Black Hills spruce this time around, and it’s a beauty. Problem was, I purchased the tree and secured it to the top of my minivan before running a number of errands and attending a luncheon with a few friends, where we partook of a variety of delicious appetizers and some Christmas bread and, yes, one glass of wine.
Listened to the show Saturday, and it was not bad. Was pretty much the highlight of the day, that and the walk I took along the county roads. Not that the day wasn’t good; it was. We ate up the rest of Thanksgiving’s leftovers, and played a few board games. Watched a movie contemplated hanging the Christmas lights out on the ol’ wood fence, and decided to wait until the first warm-up which seems to be comin’ next week. It gets dark quite early now, and with it, the coldness grows colder, and we get in earlier and tend toward staying in for the evening, which mostly is good but sometimes gets me restless.