Actually, it's hardly what you'd call light now. The sky is heavy and ponderous, uninspiring and dispiriting. All of that. The narcissus are blooming, though. That's nice.
Too bad they smell like cat piss.
The hog dogs two yards down will NOT shut up. What is wrong with those people? They probably have no idea that their dogs are so obnoxious. I think the animals only bark when they're gone. They're gone a lot.
I started wrapping Christmas presents yesterday. I hate wrapping. I suck at it. I bought one giant roll of paper at the Costco last week and therefore all of my presents are going to be wrapped in that. Well, except for the boys' presents. I found some Woody Christmas paper and some Sponge Bob paper up in the closet and I'll be using those too. The great tragedy is that I am almost out of tape.
OH! THE AGONY! WHAT WILL I DO?
I decided yesterday that there are two things which I enjoy about Christmas. These are: fruitcake and ham.
That's sort of sad, isn't it?
But it's something, goddammit! And I've got a fruitcake and I've got a ham and by god, I'm going to enjoy those motherfuckers!
Lord, Lord. I am a bitchy, whiny, profane woman today. And honestly, I'm not really in that bad a mood.
I had to go through my photos on my phone yesterday and cull about a million because my phone flatly stated that unless I did, there would be no more storage of photos AT ALL. It's so weird, going through old pictures. Gibson has grown so much and Owen has too.
Here's a picture of Gibson with my mother and Matt and May at last year's Christmas supper at the Assisted Living where Mother lived. This was about a month before she died.
Ooh boy. Anyway, it's a sweet picture.
As I recall, Owen spent most of the evening underneath the table with a plastic wine glass which all of us kept filling for him with the "alcohol removed" champagne. Here's what he looked like on Christmas morning last year though.
In my completely objective opinion, that is a pretty child. I miss his long hair.
Anyway, here we are. Two days until I can cut into that fruitcake. Two seconds extra on our daylight. We might get rain today and most assuredly will tomorrow. I need to water the porch plants and the plants which are stashed inside against the freezing cold weather we are currently SO not getting. It's like 75 degrees today. I suppose I better find some tape. I need to plant my pansies. The cardinals are decorating the bird feeder with scarlet. One of my hens actually laid me an egg this morning.
Yeah. All of that. Which makes it a pretty darn adequate Sunday here at the Church Of The Batshit Crazy where we do not exactly celebrate Christmas but mostly try to survive it.
Which, so far, we are doing with great style and grace. Again, speaking completely objectively.
Gotta go find some tape.
All Love...Ms. Moon