I love this ornament. The aged, faded beauty tells a story, not a personal story because I bought it a few years ago, but the story of many Christmases in some house, somewhere.
Oh, this is a strange time. A strange week. We’re doing our best to make it festive, though we’re missing gifts. Unless a miracle happens, we might be delaying our gift exchange. Fingers crossed, though it’s surely not the end of the world. This morning, we’re going grocery shopping for the week, so I’m writing this post early in the morning. We want to get there before it becomes too crowded and I’m desperately trying to wake up enough to write a list.
Tonight is the start of our week of Christmas movies every evening. We plot this out every year, usually ending with It’s a Wonderful Life or A Christmas Carol (with Alastair Sim) on Christmas Eve. Tonight will be White Christmas.
I’ve been feeling crappy for the last three days – my sinuses are really acting up. It’s time to start using the humidifier again as I suspect the dryness of the house is making things worse.
By the way, my parents’ 45 year old snake plant (sansevieria) is blooming. It has the most wonderful scent. I repotted it last year and it didn’t bloom (I was prepared, as I’d researched it.) But this year? It’s back! The paperwhites in the kitchen should bloom by Christmas. The ones in the den are growing a bit more slowly. That’s fine with me. I’m all for extending their bloom time.
Less than a month until Inauguration Day.
Stay safe.
Happy Monday.