Saturday, December 23

Winter’s back for a Christmas eve eve visit morning coffee muses.

Mid-forties in the shade, low fifties on the back porch. The sun feels good on bare legs. The red oak is almost bare, the cypress trees are catching up quick. Even the mound that is the wisteria is becoming a ghostly, transparent memory of it’s summer self.

There’s a nice north wind blowing the wishes around… it’s making the oak leaves dance little jigs underneath their tree. And you wonder where the stories of fairies might have come from…

When the sun hides behind a cloud my fingers feel it first. Without the supplemental warmth, the breeze sucks it right out of a body underdressed for the cool. Tomorrow will require more clothes…

I’m hearing just a few distant birds this morning. Of in the distance someone is shooting. Just barely audible gunshots…

The sun comes and goes thru bands of high drifting clouds. The warmth comes and goes with the sun. The clouds are moving east, the sun is moving west and up, it warms, it cools.

My wife informed me yesterday that she’s not done with Christmas shopping so I know what my day will be like. Chauffeur to a frustrated grandma. Already frustrated by two missing packages that were supposedly delivered last Monday. So a trip to the Post Office is already on the agenda. Luckily, they were “delivered” to the PO Box. So there is a chance to find them.

I need to move on before it’s time for the Busy Bee and breakfast. Later.

2 thoughts on “Saturday, December 23

  1. It was just dramatic enough when the front hit here last night. And now? Just a little cool for my taste, but once I’m dressed for it and out and about, it will be perfect. There are chores on the to-do-list; post office, bank, pharmacy. And maybe the grocery store, but no HEB today. I’ll stick with Arlans, where the crowds are less and the service is even better than HEB.

    And I might bake cookies. I might throw up one more Christmas post. Or, I might just sloth around for a bit. There’s no telling — that’s part of the fun of a three-day holiday! Shop on!

    1. Linda, after the last few days I’ll take anything at all that doesn’t feel like late summer. The wife is even threatening a fire in the fireplace.

      The last trip to the Post Office has been run. All missing packages accounted for…

      And she can shop as long as she likes… The Kindle is fully loaded and charged and the weather is just right for reading in the car.

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