Author: Rene

Well, the razzle dazzle of the day was a fox seen at 9 pm in the evening on Tuesday night. It took all day, but I saw the unexpected. After that, it was necessary to fly to Florida for some more interest.

Lest you think you are cold and could use a good dose of warmth, do not come to Florida. You are going to have to fly further south for that need. If you are looking for sunshine – stay home. It’s far sunnier there than it is here. However, nothing beats the company of good friends, so if you have good friends in Florida, by all means visit.

I’ll be wearing my red winter cape to dinner, but that’s what I would have worn rain or snow. I guess it doesn’t matter where I go, the unexpected is always to be expected!

Why would I awaken with the words, “Heavens to murgatroyd,” being delivered in Snagglepuss’s slow drawl? To what depths did my subconscious sink in dreamland?

I had to look up the spelling and the meaning of the idiomatic expression which conveys surprise.

So, with that in my addled brain, I shall seek and relish the surprises in the day, or as my mother-in-law would say, the “razzle dazzle.”

My neighbor across the street has a big white fence around his property – the kind you imagine in the Kentucky equine vicinity. He has it decorated with strings of white lights, as well as having trees shining with red and white lights. It is beautiful. I was inspired.

I put my usual fare out for the year, adding to it with leftover strands, hoping to create a masterpiece. It was looking better than before…until my neighbor decided to unearth every strand of lights she owned and adorn her fence, retaining wall and porch. Next, the neighbor behind me installed lighted strands from the top of his flagpole to the ground. It can be seen for miles. Both displays are stunning.

How to keep up? The obvious answer – I’m going to have to install a fence and a flagpole to provide me with more options for embellishing the property! I’ll just put that little note in with my lights when I store them, in case I forget this great idea.

I know I didn’t post for a few days. That’s okay. My sister and I were enjoying the time with the future generation and keeping up with our own lives. At the same time we were reminiscing and missing our third compatriot – the “fun” sister.

Our middle sister was the spark of the family and she is sorely missed. As with many people, December is a bittersweet time. We are bombarded with joyful commercials touting giving and gifts, and yet we are well aware that something is missing.

So, we forge ahead, with love and memories to guide us. And I swear, this evening, my sister was behind me, touching my shoulder, giving me courage.

Peace and love spur us on!

So true. Thanks to my son and bro-in-law for a lovely evening and therapy session. The laughter chases away the worry and sadness we could cling to if we didn’t have each other!

Looking forward to more remedial treatment today.

…and I’m not talking about my favorite nuns, though I have had a few! Going to have fun frolicking with babies and a toddler!

Sometimes I think writers live totally “out of the moment” on the journeys they compose. Whatever they are creating is a recollection or a prediction or a wish. Really, no matter what you think though, you are always “living in the moment.”

Don’t ask me how we got here. Perhaps it was the road sign? Perhaps the meme. Perhaps the coffee is extra strong and the scarf around my neck is obstructing blood flow? Whatever the cause I shall be intent on living in the moment, sword and shield in hand.

Watch out, Thursday, here I come!

We had a blast yesterday entertaining a little two-year old. The park, a restaurant with a booth, a lollipop after nap, riding her motorcycle outside in the glorious weather, and of course, the “bouncy house.” She was properly returned to her parents with enough sugar and energy to sustain her through dinner.

It will be hard to top that fun today!

When we use the words, “I’m stuck,” we’re telling my two-year old granddaughter that we are feeding one of the twins, burping, changing, rocking to sleep, thus unable to attend to her needs. Sometimes it’s useful to be stuck, sometimes it is not. Yesterday, I was truly stuck – in the car wash.

It was a new experience. Being mid-wash on the rails of a behemoth facility with chamois cloths hemming you in is interesting. Had I known I’d be in there for ten minutes I would have taken a Power Nap. I could have begun addressing Christmas cards, filing my nails, or cleaning out my satchel. Instead I sat there wondering if and when I would be released, unable to make a phone call because an inoperable car wash is still very noisy.

Off I go to get myself stuck again with a more pleasurable form – baby duty.

Perusing the Pinterest choices for ideas, I came across this “lovely” item, billed as the “hot new idea” for charcuterie boards. Who would even want to touch this odd display?

”I want that cracker on the bottom,” would be my first comment. After that, the roof would cave in, the dip and pepperoni mushing to the bottom thus decapitating the snowman made of marshmallows?

You won’t be pawing through this presentation at my house so you’re safe to visit! Looking forward to the festivities and joy of the season.