Wednesday, December 20, 2017

”I don’t think…” then you shouldn’t talk, said the Hatter.

~ Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Gerry tells me when he returns to the bedroom with mugs of coffee: “I can see stars outside; that means the arctic front has moved in.”

I’m not sure if that’s good or not. I think it means an end to the heavy snowfall we experienced yesterday so that’s good given that I have to go out today—to the church, and to run some errands afterward.

My husband has contracted a cold. That  is not good. Essential oils, and the cough syrup I made with peppermint from the garden, are flowing lavishly. Meanwhile, hikes are cancelled and quilts and books are fully employed. Not entirely a bad thing for these last darkest days of December.

The gifts are non-traditionally wrapped and under the non-traditional tree. The vision I had for simple happy Christmas decor, complete. Plans for next week are starting to come together. Simple. Sweet.

More randomness. That’s all I’ve got right now.

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I read an article that starts out saying that someone “confessed that he is an introvert affected by brokenness” and I bristle. We are all broken, that’s just a fact; but the thought that introversion is something to be confessed bugs me. This morning this introvert-to-the-core is thinking about this (


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.
  1. I saw a tree–well actually in three sizes–sort of like this one for sale the other day. If it goes on sale after Christmas, I just might…

    1. Oh you should! I saw one like this in a photo last Christmas and set my heart on it. When I saw a set of two at Costco a few months ago I snapped them up immediately.

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