The next year she was gone and that Christmas was awful. Just awful. Mom had died in September and by December my Dad had a girlfriend.
He left us on this rainy, cold Christmas day and went to spend Christmas with his girlfriend and her family. They married on Valentines day 1970.
I spend December running from that memory and here I am writing it down for all of the world to see.
That is what happens when I try to write a post with Christmas carols playing in the background. How about something fun?
Its a secret but I even put one tiny minion in the Nativity scene. No one has spotted it yet. I keep waiting. I am hoping for the, " What the heck is this Minion doing here!!!"
See that tiny gourd? Doesn't it make the best decoration. I keep trying to grow these but I still haven't had any luck. They are so hard to grow. Maybe this year. (Where on earth did a gardening thought come from already???)
This morning, I took Sasha out for her early morning constitutional. I have got in the bad habit of giving her a treat when we come back inside. At Thanksgiving everyone complained about her weight gain. So I have been cutting way back on treats. This morning when she came in, she went to the pantry and stood there.
I looked at her and said, " Go sit down, you aren't having a treat this morning. " She gave me this look, like really?? Ron was eating breakfast, and I sat down while he ate. We heard this rustling sound. We looked at each other, and he said, " Did she get herself a treat? I said, No, I don't think she could." I got up and sure enough, she had got in the bag and had carried her treat in the living room and was eating it with a very smug look on her face. I laughed and laughed and I still laugh as I write this. That is what happens when I let my dog get out of control.
It has kept me so nice and warm. I don't think I will hook any more until Christmas is over. I think it is so nice to have all of my 2016 rugs finished and bound. I will start new ones in 2017.
|Our first Christmas tree and our first fur baby. 1980|
― Hamilton Wright Mabie
“The reality of loving God is loving him like he's a Superhero who actually saved you from stuff rather than a Santa Claus who merely gave you some stuff.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy