When I drove to town this morning it was so frosty that it looked like snow.
Okay, almost.
We expect rain tomorrow, slightly warmer, then cold moving in for Christmas.
As it should.
Several days ago I made the teacakes that have been distributed. I don't think I even ate one. The cookies have traveled to my children's homes along with the family's traditional Belgian waffles. All gifts have been shipped or delivered to the respective offspring.
Last Sunday I needed to get out of the house. We actually drove to our little state park for a walk. Just as we were finishing we passed these two trees. The photo doesn't do it justice. The smaller tree wraps around and there is one point that the two trees actually kiss. Look closer.
A small package from my little brother arrived this week. In it were two ornaments that came from my mother's house. One is the little ballerina mouse that Mom had indicated I gave to her. The prism was also in the package. It also came from Mom's house. Originally the prisms were part of a chandelier in my grandmother's home (pre-hurricane Camille). I was tickled to receive them both.
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Last week I mailed Beach Boy's Christmas package. Mid-week Out-of-Town Son picked his up since he was working in town.
Today?
Today we celebrated Christmas with Daughter. We loaded our gifts in the back of our car, drove out of town to her place of employment, she unloaded them, and placed them in her car. We drove home.
Because 2020.
Merry Christmas you filthy animals.
I have finished my first glass of wine already tonight.
And.
Namaste.
