Seven days until Christmas! Are you ready? If you are, could you help me? Please.
Actually, I do have
things pretty well under control. I have the wrapping started and the baking
(sort of) started.
I even braved the
Christmas store on Wellington yesterday.
If you haven’t been there yet, you have to picture this lovely little house
that has room after room after room after room of Christmas stuff. It is a bit overwhelming even for me. Didn’t find just the thing I wanted but then
again, just because I can imagine something doesn’t mean that someone has
thought of it…but they should. I saw
this hydro meter on the way to the store. Kind of ironic having so much ice on
a hydro meter that keeps track of how many millions you own to Ms. Wynne. Looks a bit like Alien doesn’t it. Sort of like Ms. Wynne.
I need a tiny
chandelier for the little house that Jonathan made. Every house needs one. I’m on the hunt.
I know you have all
been wondering what’s been happening with the wife of the man with two
wives. Saturday I was looking out my movie screen...oops, kitchen window, and there she was out
shovelling. Not unusual. But she was shovelling the road in front of
her next door neighbour’s house.
Why? She was shovelling around
the neighbour’s car right up to their laneway.
Why?
Personally, we love it when
her neighbour’s car gets snowed in. Last
year a truck (we think a courier or maybe a garbage truck) hit his car and
ran. You will notice that their laneway
is empty. Yes, empty. She parks in the garage and he parks on the
street. So the laneway is always empty. Why?
It is very annoying in the winter when we are trying to get in and out
of our laneway and there are snowbanks.
Maybe their laneway is haunted and they can only drive over it quickly
into the garage and not leave any car on it too long. I’m sure there is a story there (or I can
simply make one up).
Yesterday was coffee
duty at church. It is a good way to speak with so many people at church. I felt a tad sacrilegious though. I wore jeans.
Yes, me. I wore jeans. I never wear jeans at church. It was a day for comfort (well, as
comfortable as jeans can ever be). I was
not struck down. I wasn’t shunned. The
minister didn’t point at me and tell me I had to get out. I guess it’s ok to wear jeans to church after
all.
I have to mention
that I helped a Christmas mosquito on his way this morning. WTF!! It is December??? Aren’t they all supposed to be dead, sleeping
or living in Miami right now?
On a final note, I
am thankful for my neighbours. Most of
the time I’m not, except for their entertainment value, but this morning as I
stood at the bus stop and listed to some dogs on the main drag barking their
faces off which was followed by their owner yelling her face off for them to
SHUT UP, over and over and over it went…bark, yell, bark, yell. I said a silent thank you that I do not live
next to her.
May your week before
Christmas be filled with holly, jolly, wine, helpful store workers, wine, friendly
bus seat mates and lots of (wine) time to get Christmas prepped.
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