Dear Neighbor . . .

 

FRIDAY, December 5th, 2025

Estate Lane, Nova Scotia

-13*C/8.6*F feels like -32*C/-25.6 (Yikes!)

Mostly cloudy but will have some sun today

The high will be -7*C/19.4

Dear Neighbor,

Hello on this very chilly early December morning. We did have some more snow overnight, but thankfully it was clear enough to drive safely to and from the Optometrist yesterday afternoon, and we are not expected to get any snow today.

My appointment went well at the Optometrist. My eyes have not changed overly much. Still no need to have the cataract operated on according to the Dr. A slight change, but I have to go back in six months for my diabetic appointment, etc. so I will wait until then to get new eyeglasses as it really isn't necessary yet.

 

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I love how pristine the snow looks right after it falls. So clean and so white. It doesn't take very long for it to get all sullied from the traffic passing, etc.  But until then, so beautiful.

I always really enjoy the first heavy snowfall of the season. A few tranquil flakes floating down, coming faster and faster, and with purpose. Walls begin to silver over and the pond across the way wears a mantle whiter than foam. The pine trees begin to cast feathers of snow from their branches, and inside the house there is a curious luminous look to everything as the sharp etchings of November begin to blur.

Sweaters, hats and scarves, and wooly mittens find their way from the recesses of the cupboard to the hall table in readiness. Our Winter costumes . . . appear like magic as our world takes on the image of an old-fashioned Christmas card.

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In December the sun burns like white fire on the snow. Ice glitters on the cold side of the sugar maples, melts on the warm side and then falls to the ground with a soft sound. I do not know why white seems to be more pure as a color than green or blue, but so it is, and when the snow falls the countryside has a purity that we never see in any other season.

I love it when it is untouched save by the prints of small bird's feet. I got very excited at Cindy's the other day thinking that the deer had been in the yard, but it was squirrels.  I do not know why the presence of squirrels should be any less enchanting that that of deer, but there it is . . . perhaps it is because the deer don't empty bird feeders as quickly as the squirrels do. In fact, they don't touch them at all, although the same thing cannot be said of the tulips in the spring. The deer love to pinch off the blooms and trim them to the ground. But, that is a long ways off yet.

 

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I got all the cards sent off yesterday, at least the postal ones I send to special friends. I still have family cards to do.  I will need to get more stamps.  Again, I did not get the letters written that I had wanted to put inside the cards. It is the same thing every year, but hope springs eternal.

Cindy and I popped into the Cinnamon Creek store that is closing its doors in just a few weeks' time after my appointment yesterday. There is not a lot left now, but everything is marked down by 50%. There was a Snowman mug I kind of liked, and of course the wind chimes. I love wind chimes. Their table linens are lovely as well, but I did not buy anything.

I am not sure why, but when a store is closing down, I always feel a bit like a pillager to buy things . . . guilty in some way. I wonder does anyone else feel like this.  It is a store that I always enjoyed browsing in and I will be sad to see it go. 

 

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It is my church's Christmas get-together tomorrow evening beginning at 5:30. I will probably not go. First of all, it will be dark by then and I don't really like to travel in the dark.  Secondly, it is a turkey dinner, but, again, I don't like to eat a heavy meal that late in the day. Plus, add to that the fact that I am totally uncomfortable in large groups of people. 

I don't know why I am that way. Perhaps it is because I am not good at mingling and chit chat. Small talk evades me. I just don't do it.  It is not my forte.

I can write quite lyrically, but when it comes to speaking out loud, the words evade me. I never seem to be able to find the right thing to say in social situations. I am much better one on one than in a group.

 

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Darn it, now I am wanting pie.

When we were on our way out to dinner with dad the other night, the man from next door was out shoveling, clearing up a bit of the mess left from the snowplow. Dad made the comment that we were related to him. I will have to investigate that. Their last name is Gaul, and there are Gaul's in my family tree on mom's side.  I do remember the lady saying when they were first moving in that they were both originally from Inglisville which is where my mother was born. I will have to bake some Christmas cookies and bring them over with a card and find out more.

Mind you, this valley is a very small place. If you have a family that has been here for any length of time, then it is probably a sure bet that you are related to each other in some way.  I believe it is much the same for any rural or small area, historically speaking.

 

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I started watching a new series on Netflix the other night called "Ripple."  I have only just watched the first episode, but it was very good.

"Ripple" is a new emotional drama series on Netflix that follows four strangers in New York City whose lives intertwine after a single moment changes everything.

I also started watching Love is Blind Italy. I have exhausted all of the episodes available at the moment and am waiting for the next ones to drop, so I think it safe to say that I am also enjoying it. It is in Italian with English voice-overs. Normally that kind of thing drives me mad, but this time it is not bothering me in the least. I have tried in the past to watch LIB Germany and LIB France, and never kept up with those. I did however like the Japanese version and the Swedish version, of which there have been two series. Oh yes, and the U.K. version.

I do not know if love is really blind or not. I do believe that love will "blind" you to a loved one's faults to a degree, but I think that in most cases it is probably unwise to marry someone after knowing them for such a short time and with so little contact. It does make for interesting viewing, however.

I am also enjoying Squid Game, the challenge. I am almost to the end of that one.   I also started watching "The Dwelling Place" on Prime. It is a series based on Catherine Cookson's book of the same name. I have seen it in the past several times, but I do enjoy it. It is a series I do not mind revisiting from time to time.

 

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I took out my writing exercise books the other day to do some practice. My handwriting has gotten terrible in these past years. I suppose it is because I do more typewriting than I do handwriting. If you don't use it, you lose it. When I was a child I had terrible handwriting. In Grade five my teacher, Mrs. Folk, told my mother that she refused to accept and mark any more of my work it was so bad. My mother went out and bought exercise books, "The MacLean Method of Writing." Every night I was made to sit at the table for what seemed like hours to practice from these books. As laborious and boring as it seemed, it was an exercise that worked, and I got much better when it came to handwriting. And so, I have these own exercise books of my own that I take out from time to time for practice.  I need to be much more diligent in working in them, however.  A bit every now and then just doesn't cut it.

I have heard, I don't know how true it is, that children are not taught cursive writing in schools anymore? I suppose with keyboards and such the need really isn't there.

Oh, and if you haven't already watched it, Kirsten and Joerg have a new video up of them decorating their home for Christmas, highlighting some new decorations they purchased on a recent trip to Germany.  I really enjoy watching their videos.  Another one I enjoy is Rich and Jen's Adventures.

Just in case you have not already discovered these two channels.

Well, I have exhausted about everything I have to talk about for this missive and so I will end it here with a thought for you to carry with you.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*"Every act of kindness

grows the spirit

and strengthens the soul.

~unknown  • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • •。★★ 。* 。

• ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • •。★★ 。* 。

A bit of a Vegetarian entree in The English Kitchen today.  Gnocchi with Spinach and Roasted Butternut Squash.  This was quite good. If I made it again, I would have sauteed the gnocchi in some butter to gild them a bit and give additional flavor. But overall, it was quite tasty!

I hope you have a beautiful Friday. I will not be roaming too far from home myself today. It is snowing again, although it said it was going to be clear. In any case I hope you have a great day!  Stay safe and warm. Don't forget! 

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Wednesday Witterings on a Thursday . . .

 

This is a photograph that I took yesterday morning right after I woke up, about 5:30 a.m. The snow plow was lighting the street. There was no other light because the power was off. The storm which had been predicted had materialized and the combination of heavy wet snow and high winds had knocked the power out.  That's why I was unable to make my usual post yesterday morning. 

I dug out all of my candles lit them and then sat here waiting for the sun to come up.  I listened to my Advent post of the day on Hallow. I tried to read, but it was near impossible because my eyes are so bad these days.  I sat beneath a couple of blankets with the cats, waiting for the power to come back on. It said online when I looked it up on my phone that it was expected to come on at 7:30 pm. I thought, this is going to be a long day.  It did finally come back on about 8:30 but by then it was too late for me to write anything. I apologize for that.

I wasn't sure how long it would stay on as it was still snowing, and I had things online that I needed to get done just in case it went off again.

Cindy and Dan didn't lose their power.  There were only 300 customers affected and I was one of them. Thankfully it was not off as long as they had predicted it to be off.

Another huge branch came down from the Maple Tree in back of my place. It really needs a good trim actually as a lot of the branches are touching the roof of my place and the eaves trough.

There was a guy going around the other day cleaning out the eave's trough of all of these places. He looked new. Apparently, the regular maintenance man has left, and they have someone new doing it all.

Cindy and I went out for supper with Dad last night. There is just no keeping him down. He would go and sit there by himself otherwise. I ordered the Western Sandwich with Onion Rings. When it came there were fries with it, no onion rings. They did rectify that and bring onion rings eventually.  I didn't eat the chips. They coat them in some sort of seasoning salt and they are too salty.  I didn't like the sandwich at all either to be honest. It was just egg and onion, with a few bits of ham. To be fair there was a lot of onion in it, far too much for my liking. It was half onion and not cooked onion. A lot of it was raw.  I don't know why, but I had it in my mind that there were going to be peppers in the sandwich as well as green onions. But that is the way I make it at home. The Denver had peppers. I ordered the wrong thing. I would not order it again. The bread was quite soggy on the bottom, and as you can see the bottom slice was not only soggy but burnt. Oh well. Live and learn.

To be honest, it is not really a very good restaurant.  And I don't mean to sound like I am complaining about it even though I am. At best it is hit and miss. Sometimes they get it right, but most of the time they don't. Nobody can say that their servings are not generous, but the food just isn't good. They have a HUGE menu.  Their burgers seem to be okay, but very overpriced for what you get.

The old owners had it down right. The food was great, and it was a place you really enjoyed going. We have been going there for years. It's been open for over 50 years, but they changed ownership about a year and a half ago and it's been really appalling since then, which is a shame really.  I think they would be better served to have fewer things on the menu and to do them really well, rather than to have a bazillion things they do poorly.  

But that is where dad likes to go. And so, we go.

Oh, my!!  I do sound like a misery guts this morning! Sorry about that!

I got the cutest Christmas card in the post from Monique. She hand painted it. Its adorable a little elf of a Santa Claus holding a string of Christmas Baubles.  Trimmed with sparkle and gilt which doesn't show up at all unfortunately. I wish that it did. This is an adorable card, but the best part is that it came from a cherished friend. Thank you so much Monique!

I have my cards ready to post, but they are too large to fit through the slot in the post box on the street. They are a bit too square.  I will need to pop them into the post office. I will try to get that done today. 

Do you send out as many cards as you used to?  I don't.  I seem to only send a few out these days. You used to be able to get boxes of quality cards, but they seem to be printed on such flimsy paper now. The quality has really gone downhill.  I tend to just buy personal cards for a few cherished family members and friends and that is it.  I do pay for a Jacquie Lawson membership each year. Most of the people I know will get one of those cards. They are lovely. It is the thought that counts, n'est ce pas?

 

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I always love my house after the cleaners have been here.  It smells so fresh and everything is sparkling. I do go mad for an hour or so before they come, tidying everything up. I know, it's crazy, but I do. I should really do that every day, not just when someone is coming over.  

They are two very nice ladies. One is an older woman and the other much younger, but they do a dab job. Everything is dusted and polished. The bathroom and kitchen just glow.  They vacuum and wash all the floors, and they bring such a lovely spirit into the house. It is a bit of a luxury I know, to have cleaners.  But I just cannot get down on the floor and under things, and to be honest, I work so hard most days.  I start early in the morning and often don't finish until mid to late afternoon. Having the cleaners really helps take the pressure off. 

They come every two weeks and in between times I just run the vacuum around and keep things tidy. They are here for about an hour and a half. They are well worth the money spent.

 

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I am having a bit of trouble finding my Christmas spirit this year. I don't know why. I just feel quite low for some reason. I cannot figure out why. Perhaps it has just been a few bad months, what with kidney stones, and falls, etc. I feel very uninspired. To be honest, I just feel a bit sad. In a few days it will be my youngest daughter's and my youngest son's birthdays. I did send her a card as she has never yet told me not to contact her, so I just keep doing it. He is the one who emphatically cut me off.

I must sound like a broken record. I don't mean to go on about it as I do.  It just makes me feel sad much of the time, and even more so at this time of year.  I have so much goodness in my life, but the sadness from this situation just seems to color it all and take away from my light, as much as I try hard to push it away and not let it.

They say the best way to deal with things is to just lose yourself in service to others. I really must do more.

 

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I have an eye appointment this afternoon. I really hope my eyes have not deteriorated that much, but I suspect that they have. Not my right eye, but my left. I think the cataract has gotten to the point where it really needs dealing with now. I suspect I will need a new pair of glasses. Things are really blurry with my left eye, glasses on or glasses off and I can go right up to something close, and it is still blurry.

Hopefully it is just a cataract and nothing else. Fingers crossed.

 

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I can hear the crows squawking in the back yard. They don't half make a racket. The cats do love to watch them though, along with the blue jays. I really do need to get another bird feeder.  Especially where the cats enjoy watching them so much.

I have run out of things to talk about this morning. Some days are just like that. I need a kick up the backside!  Hopefully I will have more to say tomorrow. 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ｜ 田田 ｜門 ★

*Let go of 
what you can't control
and focus on what lifts you.
~unknown  • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • •。★★ 。*

• ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • •。★★ 。* 

In The English Kitchen today, Sour Cherry Amaretti.  Crisp on the outside, chewy in the middle, with a lovely almond flavor.  Generously studded with tangy dried sour cherries.

I do so hope that you have a beautiful day filled with love, luck and happiness! Don't forget! 

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A Day Book . . .

 

FOR TODAY, December 2nd, 2025

OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ...

The calm before the storm. It is -8*C/17*F.  There is a snowfall warning in effect from this afternoon on until tomorrow afternoon. We will see how it goes. These things are often predicted and never materialize. 

I AM THINKING ...

December has gotten off to a good start. Dad is home from the hospital. Everything is as it should be. My trip to the Doctors yesterday was very uneventful. Dan came and picked me up and dropped me off, and then Cindy came and picked me up afterwards and brought me home. I really appreciated their help. I did not want to bother them so had not asked. I ask too much of them I think, so I was just going to take a cab. They volunteered. I am so blessed to have such a good family around me.

I do have a handicap badge for my car, but there are only 2 spaces outside the clinic, and they are always taken. When I got there, they were taken and so were all of the other ones across the street.  I would have had to park in the back 40 to get a space. Impossible.

I AM ALSO THINKING ...

In an area where a great deal of the population is seniors and elderly, you would think that there would be more handicap parking available at the hospitals/clinics. But alas, it is the same everywhere. At Tim Hortons there is only one space. My sister went one day and this guy had his ride on lawn mower parked in it.  The RCMP also happened to be there, so she complained to them. The guy said he had a handicap badge, just didn't have it with him. Cindy said to the RCMP, I am pretty sure that the handicap sticker doesn't cover lawn mowers. Nobody did anything. Of course. And that guy is still parking his lawnmower in the handicap space. It's really not on.

 

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I AM GRATEFUL FOR ...

My cozy little home. Especially with a big storm coming. I can sit in side and watch it from the window with a hot drink and a cozy blanket across my lap and my two furry family members by my side.

IN THE KITCHEN ...

Creamy Parsnip & Potato Mash. This was fabulously delicious. Quick and easy to make, using simple ingredients. I love side dishes like this.

ON MY "TO COOK" LIST ...

From Chelsea's Messy Apron. Peanut Butter Brownie Bites. They look amazing.

 

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THIS I BELIEVE ...

I rest in Him. I don't just visit him occasionally. He is my safe refuge in good times and in bad.

 

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SOMETHING THAT IS NICE ...

Snowflakes that fall on your nose and eyelashes. 

 

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SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS NICE ...

Pussy Willow Wallpaper. Laura Ashley.

I AM WANTING TO CREATE ...

 

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Spun cotton strawberry pins  . . . 

Roseanna Makes Spun Cotton Miniature Ornaments.

 

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A wee spun cotton mouse  . . . 

 

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Needle felted sparrow.  So charming . . . 

 

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Little cloth toadstools  . . . 

 

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SOMETHING I ENJOY ...

Toasted Marshmallows. I have not had one in years.

 

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SOMETHING ELSE I ENJOY ...

Hot Leek & Potato Soup. Especially homemade.

 

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OH MY GOODNESS ...

This is so true. 

I AM READING ...

THE REED OF GOD, by Caryll Houselander 

The Reed of God by Caryll Houselander, British Catholic writer and artist, has been cherished by Catholics worldwide since its first publication in 1944. This spiritual classic invites readers to encounter Mary, the Mother of God, not as a distant, untouchable figure but as deeply human―one whose openness to God made divine love visible in the world. 

 Caryll Houselander portrays Mary as a reed, hollow and open, through which God’s song could be played. With this powerful image, Houselander reveals how Mary gave her whole being to God’s plan and shows how we, too, can become instruments of divine love. 

 Years before the Second Vatican Council inspired renewed devotion to Mary, Houselander offered her own profound and approachable vision of the Mother of God―warm, intuitive, and accessible. She counters the stiff, idealized “Madonna of the Christmas card” with a portrait of Mary that is alive, intimate, and profoundly relevant for Christians seeking closeness with Christ. Drawing from centuries of theological tradition yet enriched by her keen understanding of the human condition and the modern hunger for meaning, Houselander gives flesh and spirit to the Church’s affirmations about Mary and presents her as a figure designed for contemplation and imitation. 

 Through essays and poems, divided into four parts, Houselander reflects on the mysteries of Mary’s life―her fiat, the finding of Jesus in the Temple, her assumption―and on themes of emptiness, fruitfulness, and the soul’s longing for union with God. In Mary’s humanity, Houselander finds the model for every believer: to carry Christ into the world. 

 As Houselander writes, “The one thing that she did and does is the one thing that we all have to do, namely, to bear Christ into the world. To this need, the imitation of Our Lady is the answer; in contemplating her we find intimacy with God, the law which is the lovely yoke of the one irresistible love.” Mary was the reed through which Eternal Love was piped as a shepherd’s song. 

The question remains for us: Are we reed pipes? Is God waiting to live lyrically through us?

I am reading this for Advent.

THINGS THAT CATCH MY FANCY ...

 

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Beautiful eyelet lace  . . .  

 

 

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Pretty holiday mugs  . . .    

 

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Such a pretty bedroom  . . . 

 

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A creative alcove  . . . 

 

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A cast iron bed painted red  . . . 

 

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Painted Stair Risers  . . . 

I AM GRATEFUL FOR ...

 

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The inspirational creativity of others . . . 

MAKES ME SMILE ...

 

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Red  . . .  the color red.

SOMETHING TO WATCH ...

The Starling on Netflix.  I love Melissa McCarthy. 

A THOUGHT TO CARRY WITH YOU ...

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*You do not find the happy life.

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And that is my daybook for this week!  Thanks always for being here!

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⋯ ◯ ⋯ Take time to enjoy the small *´¯`.¸¸.☆

  ⋰ ⋮ ⋱ blessings in life.*´¯`.¸¸.☆ 

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Have a beautiful day!  Don't forget!  

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Hello December . . . .

Pinch punch the first of the month. Hello December.  The pinnacle of the year. The month we seem to work towards for half of the year with all of the planning and hopes that go into it. Today the kids can crack open their Advent Calendars and enjoy their first festive treat and the Elf on the Shelf can start going crazy around the house.

I got myself an Advent Calendar this year. The Bonne Maman one. Yes, it was a real splurge, but I reckon I am worth the occasional splurge. This morning, I have enjoyed my toast with a little pot of Wild Blueberry and Maple Jam.  What a great Canadian sounding combination. But does it work? I am not sure. It was tasty, the blueberries nice and tart with an underlying sweetness from the syrup, but I couldn't really taste the maple once it was spread onto my toast. 

I wonder what tomorrow will bring?

 There is some bad weather coming our way beginning tomorrow night. A real Nor-easter. Intense wind gusts, heavy rain and a hefty snowfall, although where exactly any of it will land, remains to be seen at the moment. Expect the stores will be busy with people gathering supplies just in case, today and tomorrow. The risk of the power going off is always great. I usually fill up my tub with water just in case (so I can flush the toilet).  I have candles for light and a high-powered flashlight. Lots to read. A portable power thingy for my phone. Lots of blankets and throws.

We could get snow. We could get rain. We will get weather.

I do have an eye appointment on Thursday so hopefully everything will have blown over by then. We shall see.

 

The best part of the holiday season for me has always been in the anticipation. The waiting. There is so much more to Christmas than Christmas Day. I love the buildup. It's easy to get yourself involved in the pre-Christmas hysteria of buy, buy, buy.  It seems from "Black Friday" onwards we are bombarded from all angles by people wanting to sell us something.

 I like to approach it all in a much gentler way. Slow and steady . . . savoring all of the sights, smells and feelings of this very special time of year.  Advent, days in which to ponder the true meaning of the Christmas season without all of the commerciality that seems to put everyone into a frenzy.

For me it is about celebrating the birth of the Savior and that is uppermost in my mind, but it is also about spending time with family, sharing some delicious food and memories with each other, perhaps a meaningful gift or two, but nothing too elaborate.  Doing something to remember and help those who are not as fortunate as we are. 

I like to donate to the Salvation Army each year. They do so much good for people that the serve. But there are countless charities that you can give to.  Both within our own small communities and further abroad.

I like a slow Christmas that lasts the whole month through with the spirit of love, remembrance and giving . . . time and service to others, in small and meaningful ways. Nothing need be elaborate. People just want to be remembered. A phone call. A card. A meal. Simple acts of service.

Not my usual post this morning. I have a doctor's appointment to get ready for and a tire that needs pumping up. I think I have a portable pump in my car that I shall use, or I will leave for my appointment early and stop at the service station and use the air pump there. Or I will call a Taxi.  I did not sleep well last night for worrying about it.  About getting there with my tire the way it is, about where I was going to park when I got there so I don't have to walk too far with my knees the way they are. I was seriously awake at 3 a.m. fretting a bit over it all and had a hard time to fall back asleep.  There was naught I could do about it then, but still the thoughts harassed me.

What will be will be. The easiest thing would perhaps be to just call a taxi.

In any case, I will leave you now with a thought for the day, and be back tomorrow with a regular post.

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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*Doing nothing is

my favorite kind of busy.

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In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Ecclefechan Tarts. A Scottish festive treat. Very yummy!

Have a beautiful day whatever comes your way. Stay safe, warm, dry and be happy.  Don't forget!

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And I do too!