I am just coming away from the glow of Thanksgiving, and loving every minute of it. I loved visiting the Virginia Newlyweds just the week before Thanksgiving, and loved having our Thanksgiving at home, as well. The only change I would have made would be to have that College Boy Graham, a physical part of it. As it was, he roasted a turkey and sent us a photograph. Love that boy.
I am just getting into December, and haven't quite gotten into the Christmas holiday biz, just yet. Yesterday I went to the library. There were stacks of happy-holiday-Christmas-cheer-decorate-NOW_NOW_NOW books to be checked out. Well, I opted for this title instead:
The Graves Are Walking: The Great Famine and the Saga of the Irish People, by John Kelly.
Sounds bleak, eh? About as bleak as the topic of conversation the College Boy Graham, and I had online yesterday: North Korea. Now I promise that I do not wallow in sorrow and pain. I am just intrigued, intrigued. Inquiring minds want to know...
That Spouse o' Mine announced yesterday that he is making my Christmas present. Now THAT is intriguing in a ho-ho-ho kind of mystery! He has made two trips to the lumber yard. He has spent hours out in the bike barn. I have stayed away, for the most part. I did make a couple of guesses:
"Is it a jewelry box?"
"No. You have enough jewelry boxes." (He doesn't get it: I only want ONE jewelry box. One large jewelry box.)
"Is it s cold frame?"
"A cold frame?"
"Is it a COLD FRAME?"
" A COLD FRAME?!
"What's a cold frame?"
"Nevermind. If you don't know what a cold frame is, then that's not what it is."
And so I have stopped walking on that side of the yard, so that my Christmas present will be a surprise. There's a good part to this: He has to feed the dogs and put the ducks in and out, since I can't go to that side of the yard. An Advent vacation of sorts.
This afternoon I went to Hobby Lobby to get a Christmas ornament frame. My, my goodness! Apparently I am SO FAR BEHIND in the holly, jolly Christmas parade. Really? December 1st? I am still reveling in turkey and Virginia.
We are slow in the start-up, but once we get rolling, we celebrate through to Twelfth Night: January 6th.