Saturday Nice . . .

 

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The kids are racing up the street,

Squealing and jumping up and down,

While snowflakes weave a magic spell,

As lovely as a wedding gown,

'Broidered in pearls with spangled lace,

To frame a happy girlish face.

Two little tots went riding by

On a new sleigh that seemed to glide

On silent runners up the street;

The baker's horse careened and shied

At every step and covered post,

Decked in white garments like a ghost.

The cars went by on muffled wheels,

Like coaches wrapped in carded wool,

The postman looked like Santy Claus

With his old knapsack bursting full,

And every street and boulevard

Was lovely as a Christmas Card.

Here in a corner of the fence

A clump of scarlet berries glow,

Like jewels at a pagan feast;

The roof are quilted down in snow,

And the old house across the way,

Is decked in royal robes today.

~Edna Jacques, First Snowfall

Fireside poems, 1950

 

No snow here yet, but much of England, Scotland, Wales, etc. were blanketed in snow this past week.  My friend Tina said yesterday when we were talking on facetime that they had about five inches of it, which is quite a bit for them. The whole country comes to a standstill in the snow over there. They are just not equipped to deal with it.

All we have had here all week is rain, rain and, more rain. It is raining out there this morning as well.  If this was a bit colder, we would have been inundated with snow, so we must really count our blessings where we find them.  At least you do not have to shovel rain, and it is a lot easier to drive in!

 

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I had to pick up a bottle of brandy this week so that I could soak the fruit for my fruit cake. Printed all over the paper bag were things like "Smiles are Contagious" and "Keep the good going" and "Throw kindness around like confetti."  

A little bit incongruous on a paper bag covering a bottle of alcohol, or maybe not, depending on how you look at it.  It did bring a smile to my face, however.  I love all of those sentiments and think that if everyone applied those guidelines to their lives, we would live in a world that was truly transformed.

Can you imagine?  What a difference it would make.  I have always felt that change begins with me, and that if I do my small part, at least it is a beginning.

 

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I really enjoyed my day spent out with my sister this week.   I always do most of the talking, which works well as she is not really much of a talker.  I can talk for England.  I just jammer on and on.  I don't know if it annoys her or not.  I think probably not because if it did surely, she would say so. Or perhaps she just suffers in silence. I cannot say for sure!

It always feels good to get out of the house. To get out and about.  Breathe in some fresh air and experience a change of scenery.

A friend of mine posted a short video on Facebook last night of the last time the ladies of my church congregation in Chester had gotten together before the Pandemic hit.  We used to go out to dinner all together every late November/early December. It was always such an enjoyable evening.  As the camera panned over all of the happy faces, it was good to see them all. Everyone in a festive mood, enjoying each other's company.  A few are no longer with us, having since passed through the veil, but it was still nice to see everyone.  I do miss them all very much. They were a really lovely bunch.

The ladies in my church group here are lovely as well, I just don't really know many of them, and to be honest, I have not gone out of my way to do so. In order to have a friend, you really need to be a friend, and I have so many other commitments here that I could not be a good friend. Not really.

I did not have as many commitments over there and my church friends were really my family.  I am blessed here and now to have actual family about. I also think that I am becoming a bit more insular as I get older.  I do not know if that is a good thing or not!

 

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One of my nieces has gone to Toronto this weekend to the Taylor Swift concert.  My brother was able to snag them some tickets. She has posted a few pics on Instagram. I am happy for them, they (She and her friends) all looked so pumped to be there.  It is supposed to be quite a concert.  I am watching it on Disney.  It is called "her version" of the concert.  I don't know what the difference is. It is 3 hours long.  I do not have the patience to sit and watch it for 3 hours, but I am watching it in bits. That is just me.  I do that with everything. It is only very rare that I am able to sit and watch anything which is longer than an hour's length in one go. I no longer seem to have the attention span that I once had.  I am not sure what is up with that.

I have not been to many concerts in my lifetime.  I did go to see Tanya Tucker in Concert with my youngest daughter when we lived in New Brunswick and that was pretty good.  I did see The Stampeders in concert here on the base in Greenwood with I was a teenager. (Sweet City Woman) I remember that being pretty exciting at the time. Probably not quite the same level of excitement as seeing Taylor Swift, however.

I like her music. I used to listen to it all the time when I was painting and creating in my craft room in the U.K. I used to like to listen to Katie Perry and Mindy Gledhill as well.  Their music kept my creative juices flowing.

 

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I've been fitting in a bit of sewing here and there over this past week.  It is quite an operation and is done with a great deal of interest from the two felines in residence here. As I was sewing late yesterday afternoon, they were gathered closely around my sewing machine.  One laying behind it and the other next to it. I know I should shoo them away, but they don't have much of interest in their lives, so I did not want to spoil their fun such as it were.  So long as they don't get too much in the way I can tolerate their presence, and so far, they are not interfering too much.  I have not tried to paint, however.  That could be quite different.

 

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I have not really felt the urge to put up any kind of Christmas decor yet. I am hoping that will come. I do not know exactly why but I do feel a bit blue this year for some reason. Usually, I am all glitter and glue this time of year and getting stuck right into things. This year it seems to be escaping me. I have tried watching a few Christmassy films on the television.  I did manage to watch one Hallmark film all the way through, but most I have not gotten more than a few minutes into them.  Even my all-time favorite, A Christmas Story.  Hopefully I will catch the spirit soon.

Today is my son Doug's birthday. He is 43 years old.  He is the one who lives on the Island with the three "J's" for sons.  Jon, Josh and Jake.  He is a good man.  A great son, father, husband, etc.  I love him to bits and hope that he has a lovely day.  I did send out Birthday cards before the postal strike, but I have no way of knowing if they got there on time or not. 

His oldest son Jon had 15 inches cut off his hair yesterday and donated it to a charity that makes wigs for children. My daughter in law posted a video/reel of the process on Facebook.  He looks a lot different with hair just to his shoulder now. 

It has never bothered me, my grandsons having the long hair that they do.  That is just the way they like it, and it makes them happy. They are individuals and very confident in themselves.  That is just the way I like it.  I pray for each of my grandchildren every night and my only wish for them is that they are confident and secure and happy and successful.  And that they will always know that they are loved.

Everyone deserves to know that they are loved.

And with that I best leave you with a thought for the day.  Time is a marching on and I do want to get my Christmas cake baked today!

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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 *.˛.Be grateful for the home you have,
knowing that at this moment,
all you have is all you need.
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In The English Kitchen today, Old Fashioned Gum Drop Cookies.  A very festive bake. Crisp outside, soft and chewy inside and studded with plenty of sweet gum drops and optional raisins.

I hope that you have a beautiful weekend.  Be happy, be creative in whatever way floats your boat.  Be content.  Surround yourself with beauty and love.  Whatever you do, don't forget!

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Dear Neighbor . . .

 

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ESTATE LANE, N.S.
8*C, mostly cloudy

Hello, my online neighbors, on what is a somewhat mild, but far from being warm, November morning. November has been true to form. Grey, dismal and somewhat wet. No snow as of yet. Oh, we did have some sleet one Sunday, but no snow.  I don't expect that we will and if we do it won't stay.

Cindy and I were just talking about this yesterday when we were driving along in the car. About how it doesn't seem to get as cold and as snowy in the Winters as it used to do.  I can remember mom sending me photos of the snow when I was living away and the banks were pretty high, and I do remember from my childhood, lots of snow.  It would be so cold in the Winter months as to allow for an outdoor skating rink. Father's all over the place would shovel and then mark out a spot in the back yard, flooding it with water which would then freeze and provide the children with a place to skate during the Winter months.  Some communities even did it for all of the children in the community. 

Our father never did it because he said it killed the grass, but there was always someone's father in the neighborhood who thumbed his nose at the idea of dead grass, threw caution to the wind and did it. That would keep all of the neighborhood kids occupied for quite a few weeks in those cold and snowy months.

Hockey, the national sport of Canada, was played on the streets and in the back yards of Canadian families.  It was not just children whose parents who could afford the expensive equipment that played, but every boy (girls generally did not play) had a chance to play. Price of admission, a puck in your Christmas stocking, a wooden stick under the tree and your older brothers handed down skates. 

All you needed was a rink, and there were plenty of those about.  

 

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Cindy and I had quite a fun day yesterday in the car driving up the Valley. We went all the way up to Wolfville to Hennigars Farm Market.  They have the loveliest baked goods. Cindy really likes their Sweet Potato Biscuits, and if you ask really nicely, they will give you some from the freezer which you can just take home and throw into your own freezer, knowing that they are as fresh as fresh can be.

She has tried to make them at home but has always been disappointed in the results. She has not been able to find a recipe yet that she enjoyed or that quite comes up to the ones from the farm market. I suggested perhaps they might be better if you grated the sweet potato raw into the biscuit rather than cooking the sweet potato, mashing it and adding it in that way.  Food for thought there.

We went to Michaels, and it was of course loaded with Christmas stuff, loads of it being marked down already. I did not buy any. I picked up a few things, but then put them back, having changed my mind. We also went to Dollarama and Giant Tiger. Everywhere was super busy.

What we were promised.

We decided to treat ourselves to a cheeky KFC Festive Chicken Sandwich for our lunch. This is a photo scooped from the KFC site. Ours did not look much like this and to be honest, it really wasn't that tasty. We both found it to be a bit claggy and bready.  The chicken itself was okay. It's pretty hard to ruin KFC chicken and it was a nice moist piece of breast meat that was not dried out in the least.  

 

What we got.

It was all just a bit heavy.  Bread stuffing.  Bread bun. Not a lot of cranberry sauce as shows in the photograph and the mayonnaise was a bit superfluous. It would have been much better had they added a nice layer of crisp lettuce into the mix and left out the stuffing, as it really was flavorless and added nothing.

I do not think Mary Brown's Big Mary is in trouble here because I would choose that over this dissatisfying offering any day of the week.

To be honest, I was very disappointed that I had wasted most of my daily calorie intake on it.  And I didn't even eat the whole thing, only half of it.  But you need to try these things to know better, or you will spend eternity wishing you had. Now that we have, we won't again.

Of course the best part of this kind of a day is getting to spend it together. At least for me anyways.

 

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Our brother David has his appointment with his Urologist today and then plans will be made on how to move forward.  I am praying that the cancer is contained and that it will be a very simple fix.  Many people live for a long time on only one kidney, and he is very healthy otherwise.  Goes for long walks every day, watches his diet very carefully, stays very active.  The last time he was here for a visit, he walked from my place all the way back to my sister's place after supper one night to help burn off the calories and I don't think we had even had anything that high in calories. I cannot remember really.  But it could have been the dessert.  We usually have dessert when we are all together like that.

To be honest none of us has a very healthy attitude towards food and eating. We strongly suspect that our mother was bulimic. We do know that she used laxatives. Every day.  She was very slim, and I don't remember ever seeing her sit down to eat when we were children, although I do remember seeing her pick the food left on the plates after dinner and eat it.  She did eat when we were older, I remember as an adult, but she always had to go to the bathroom as soon as she ate. We never thought anything about it. She had three different toothbrushes and several different toothpastes as well, and she in later life had lost most of her teeth, bar a few.  Classic signs from what I have read.

In any case we grew up in a home with someone who was overly concerned with people being overweight.  I can remember always hearing about how "so and so" had let themselves go and gotten fat.  Every cookie in the house was counted and we were only ever allotted a certain number of treats. She had been heavy as a girl and did not want her children to be overweight. 

I did get a bit chubby when I was around 13-14 but I did slim down after that.  I did it by starvation and denial. That's the only way I have ever been able to lose weight. I always managed to stay fairly slim until I quit smoking. I also had my tubes tied at the same time and then the weight piled on and has piled on ever since.

The three of us children are all obsessed with weight issues and eating, and do not have healthy relationships with food.  As much as we try to. There does not seem to be a happy medium with any of us.

In any case, I am really wishing good things for my brother today, and it they don't materialize, the strength and fortitude for him to get through whatever it is he needs to do to get well again.

 

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This Sunday is what's known as Stir-Up-Sunday in the U.K. the Sunday when traditionally most people make their Christmas Puddings for the Christmas holidays.  Generally speaking, it is the last Sunday before Advent.

I am not making a Christmas Pudding this year.  I am really the only one who likes it. I am making a Christmas Cake, however. I had planned to do it several days ago now but will be doing it today.  Life just got in the way.  My fruit for it has been macerating for two days now so should have well absorbed the brandy. lol Not the way it usually goes.

It will still turn out okay, I am sure.  It's a simple recipe and one that I have baked every year for a very long time now. That is one thing we do really enjoy in our family.  Fruitcake.  I know it is a love it or loath it kind of a thing.  We are from the love it camp. 

I am baking it up today and then will feed it with brandy every day until I go to decorate it before Christmas.  I am not sure how I will decorate it this year.  I may keep it very simple as nobody is really fond of all that icing either. The cake itself with all of that lovely fruit is more than sweet enough.

But tradition dictates that there at least be some sort of covering over it. Usually, a layer of Marzipan and then one of frosting.

We shall see how that goes.

 

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The two cats are back guarding the shower again.  I am sure there must be a spider living in there or something.  Why it hasn't dropped on me yet, I will never know.  Note to self: go in after and vacuum the shower curtain just to make sure.

One (the cats) is sitting in the shower and the other one is situated outside the shower facing towards the shower. They are such funny creatures. 

They are not at all cuddly, however much I wish that they were.  Nutmeg will cuddle into my side while we are watching television together. (He watches with his eyes closed.)  Cinnamon will lay on the back of the sofa behind my head, paws outstretched.  But neither one of them wants to be on my lap.  Unless I am laid out on the lazy boy chair trying to take a nap.  Then they both will try to jump up and co-exist on my lap.  One always ends up jumping off and I always end up giving up on the nap.

I guess they are just not cuddle cats.

 

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I looked everywhere for a star shaped cookie cutter yesterday, to no avail. They had every other kind under the sun, but no star shapes.  I have ended up having to order one on Amazon.  And of course, I had to buy more than one to get one.  I will be well set next year for star shaped cookie cutters. I had in mind to make these little star shaped Christmas ornaments out of paper clay. I made some years ago.  They were painted gold and had little rouged cheeks and a bit of sparkle on them. Tiny little smiling faces. They were cute. I did get a star shaped paper punch and some white card so that I can make star garlands.  We will see how far I get with that idea. Time is always a problem with me, and not having enough of it.

And speaking of that I must end this letter to you now as my day is swiftly passing and I have miles to go before I sleep.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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I did not have time yesterday to cook a new recipe so in the kitchen today I have done a tasty roundup of ten of my favorite gingerbread recipes.  They are all delicious. I promise you! Ten Delicious Gingerbread Cakes & Bakes for the Holidays.

I hope that you have a beautiful day today.  Fill it with joy.  Don't forget!

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My Favorite Things . . .

These are some of the things in life that I enjoy, and which make me happy, inspire me, or put a smile on my face. Maybe some of them are yours too.  Let's share! 

 

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Generosity.  Being generous with our abundance, with our spirits, etc.  It's never a bad thing. It turns what we have into something more.

 

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Mail, post, etc.  It is wonderful to send mail and wonderful to receive mail.  Our Postal workers in Canada are on strike at the moment.  So I may not be able to get my cards, etc. out on time.  But as they say, better late than never. Here's hoping there is enough time between now and Christmas to get the cards out.

 

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Linen toweling.  I love this.  If I could afford it, all of my towels would be this type of fabric. So wonderful for drying dishes spotlessly.

 

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Mmmm . . . chocolates. I miss Hotel Chocolate in the U.K. Best chocolates ever.

 

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Needle felted penguins. So cute.

 

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Candy canes  . . . 

 

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Books wearing colorful jackets . . . 

 

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Brown Paper packages and red and white ribbons  . . . 

 

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Gum Drops  . . . 

 

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Lanterns  . . . 

 

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Stars  . . . 

 

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Shiny red Christmas Balls  . . . 

 

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Snow men . . .  snow people . . . 

 

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Bottle Brush Trees . . . 

 

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A little felt house . . . 

 

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Gratitude  . . . 

 

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The first snowfall of the year . . . 

 

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A colorful flock . . . 

 

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Another colorful flock . . . 

 

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Martha . . .  who else.

 

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More bottle brush trees  . . . 

 

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Hearts all aglow . . . 

 

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A sweet wreath  . . . 

 

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A pretty notebook . . . 

 

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Cupcake Reindeer  . . . 

And those are my favorite things for this week. Lots of pretties! Thanks so much for looking! 

Went out to supper last night with Cindy, Dan and Dad.  We went to the Big Scoop. It was pretty good. I had the pork chop again, which was grilled.  I love the smokiness that the grill brings. It was the special and so was quite cheap compared to everyone else's. It was nice to just get out of the house and have a change of scenery.  I need to do that more methinks. Today Cindy and I are going on a road trip up the Valley to a farmer's market near Acadia U.  They have good Sweet Potato biscuits there and Cindy is wanting some. We will visit a few other places as well.  Plus, we will solve all of the world's problems as we are driving in the car. Good times!

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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 *.˛.°The most powerful force
in the world
that can change millions 
of lives, is compassion.
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New in The English Kitchen today, Green Bean & Stuffing Casserole. Two holiday favorites mashed into one. Delicious! This is a small batch recipe.

I hope that you have a beautiful day. Thank you all for your sweet comments yesterday.  I managed to shake off my funk as the day progressed. I am lucky that I am a person who can do that.  I never stay down for long, but it does help to be able to voice and off load, so I thank you for listening to me and helping to lift me. It is very much appreciated.  Love you all loads and loads.  Do have a lovely day.  Stay safe, be blessed and don't forget!

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Wednesday Witterings . . .

 

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 I decided to have toast and jam for my breakfast this morning.  That is not something which I have very often at all. Jam is a rare treat for me because I am a diabetic and I only have a thin smear of it on the toast. Just enough to get a taste of us.

When I was eating it I was reminded of my ex-mother-in-law Elizabeth. She passed away a couple of years ago now, but I can remember sitting at her dining room table eating toast together in the morning with jam.  She would break off little bits of her toast and each bit got a spoonful of jam on it.  Oh, how she enjoyed it.  Watching her do that somehow gave me permission to do the same.

It was far too much jam, and far too sweet. But she was in heaven.  I don't think she really ate unless people were visiting her. And when we were at her place, she loved to go out for dinner and brunch.  Pizza, etc. There was an all you could eat Breakfast Buffet in Charlottetown that she loved to go to with us. Her treat.  And she would eat at least six desserts. No mains. Just the desserts. And she would scrape all of the filling out of her piece of pie and eat just that, but she would scrape and scrape and scrape until she might just as well have eaten the crust all the same.

She had a really sweet tooth. So did my ex.  I never really had a sweet tooth back then. We were not brought up in a home where we were indulged with a lot of sweet things. Christmas and Easter were pretty much the only times we had baked goodies and sweeties. Oh, and Halloween. Our mother couldn't control that.

 

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We have been enjoying a week of rainy, cloudy days. Not quite as cold as it could be, but not warm either.  I can deal with rain. I got more than used to it when I lived in the U.K. They loved talking about the weather there. And they had plenty of it.  Weather, that is.  I remember my first year there it rained every single day.  If it wasn't coming down in torrents it was just in the air. Mist.  There were loads of floods in the Southern part of the country as there often is. That was the year I learned that you don't melt in the rain, and that if you stayed indoors because it was raining, you would never get anywhere or do anything. We did not have a car then so going out in the rain was just what we did.

I was a bit annoyed about it because the stepmom had told my son that he wouldn't want to go to England because it rained all the time there, and I did not like her being right about it. Petty I know.  Life is what it is.

 

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That is a bit like my week is going this week.   I make plans in the evening for what I want to do the next day, but then the morning rolls around, and they all go south. 

My foot lady was supposed to be here at 9 am yesterday to do my toenails.  That came and went, then 10 came and went, 11.  No foot lady.  So, I put something in the oven, and just as I was doing that she called and asked was she supposed to come, and could she come now??? I told her, give me half an hour because by then it was 11:30, and I just wanted time enough to be able to get what was in the oven done and out of there.   I had also taken out my sewing machine thinking I might get some sewing done, so I needed to get that put away.

 

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A lot of people are putting up their Christmas Decorations now.  I don't know how to feel about that.  Is it too early?   I was watching a girl on YouTube decorate her new home with her family yesterday.  Forgotten Way Farms.  Watching them put up their Christmas things made me feel a bit sad actually.  She had boxes of things she had been collecting for years and years, everything holding sweet memories for them of years gone by and Christmas's enjoyed together as a family.  I think I started to feel a bit sorry for myself, which I really hate doing. I thought about all of the beautiful blown glass ornaments I had collected over in the U.K. and the nativity sets. The Jim Shore Angels, etc.  I don't know what happened to any of that stuff.

And then I thought of all the Christmas ornaments that I had created myself and collected when my own family was growing up and how when I had to move out of the family home, my ex kept all of that stuff, and I wondered where it had all gone to. All those memories I had made for our family and things the children had made.

It just made me feel really sad.  There is a part of me that just wants to take every penny I have and go out and buy all new stuff so that I can have Christmas in my home now, but that wouldn't really change a thing and so I won't.

I just feel a bit hum buggy about it all.  I had bought all those lovely Christmas cards to send out and then the darned Post Office goes on strike.  Party Poopers. They know how to pick their moments, and it is always at Christmas.

So, I guess no, I am really not feeling like it is time to put up the Christmas Decorations. Not now anyways.

I guess I am just feeling a bit blue this morning. My brother has his appointment with his Urologist on Friday to discuss treatment. He is pretty sure he is going to lose his kidney and some lymph nodes.  Not the best news really.  It all makes me feel really sad.  It also makes me feel like burying my face in a cake or a bag of potato crisps. But, of course, none of those things are good things and would not change anything.

The reality is that when the people I care about get bad news like that I always think that it should be me.  That I am the one who really deserves to get the cancer diagnosis because I am the one who has totally messed up their life.  That I am the one who doesn't deserve to be happy, or healthy, or successful, etc. That if life was really fair, it would be me, and not them.

And it's not fair. Not really. My brother deserves so much more out of life. He is a good, good person. A much better person than I have ever been or will ever be. 

And then I have to remind myself of this.  I had hoped to do a video today. I have the fruit for my fruitcake macerating right now.  But now I don't feel like it. My heart just isn't in it, or in anything really.  So, I will end this now, believing that tomorrow is a new day and that somehow on the other side of today, things won't seem so bad.

A thought to carry with you . . .

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In the English Kitchen today, Open Face Tuna Melts.  These were really very good. I enjoyed them with veggies and dip.

I do hope you have a great day. Sorry I am not full of sunshine today. This too will pass. In the meantime, don't forget!

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And I do too!