I’m a procrastinator. If I took one of those quizzes on Facebook, I’d register as ADHD. I registered as ADHD with a psychologist several years ago–as an adult! I’m great in the immediate. Just give me a human, friend, or animal problem, and I’ll get right to work on it immediately and see it through.
But–I couldn’t start decorating for Christmas because I had to get the boxes down from the attic. My fairy Fixer (let’s call her Brenna) got the boxes down a few days after Thanksgiving, which came late this year. She put up the trees, two of them, and helped me get started. I did most, but she, being over six feet tall, got a ladder from our storage and placed two beloved arrangements on our very high ledges.
One is a Santa with a sleigh, toys, and reindeer I put together twenty-six years ago. Every year, I update him a little. But she lit his sleigh, and it glowed every day for six hours until Christmas Eve. That evening, when I had company, it did not light.
Santa flying high!
However, the lighted PEACE letters on the longest ledge held their prominent position well.
The rest of the decorations took a few days after Brenna’s help that first day. I found other things to do.
The outside decor was not outstanding, but it was there. And I still had the Christmas pumpkins in front of the mailbox. Someone on the NextDoor app just told me that deer love pumpkins, so yesterday, I smashed them in our backyard’s wildlife preserve. I hope I can watch them eat. How do you call a deer?
The Christmas Pumpkins
I wish someone could have been here to help me smash them!
Mama’s Silver Tree
No one even tried to make The Grinch sing and dance.
The Wineglass Advent Wreath still shines today. Some of us say Christmas isn’t over until The Epiphany arrives on January 6th.
The Wineglass Advent Wreath still shines today.
Our family Christmas was on Saturday, December 21. We took presents for the grands and enjoyed each other’s company. We missed the kids and grands in Montana and hope to all be together one Christmas.
The Eve was a highlight. Our guests included our next-door neighbor, V.B. and her son Jacob, three of the John Grahams, and brother Jerry Wong. Christmas Eve is a time for having people in who aren’t celebrating somewhere else. We had a scrumptious dinner (if I do say so myself), told tales, and laughed!
Christmas Day was laid back with Jerry. He and I took some of last night’s dinner to two special temporarily laid-up friends and packed up what I call his food bag for his trip home on Thursday. When we got home, he serenaded me on his portable keyboard.
All of the above is boring. I know that. I’ve been absent from the blog for several months, but I’m making my readers a New Year’s promise to write more often. Actually, I’ve been writing–but I’ve been unable to finish a piece for this place. I have drafts, so stay tuned for My American Native Heritage Month or Of Okies and Hillbillies. But first, you’ll have to get through AFTER CHRISTMAS.
Can you read the sign on the fence? It appears to be quite weathered and faded, but with a closer look, you might be able to decipher the important information it holds. Perhaps it offers some safety guidelines, warnings to keep out, or even instructions relevant to the area beyond the fence. Pay attention to any symbols or markings that could provide additional context, as they might reveal a story or message that is not immediately obvious.
The above paragraph provided by AI. The sign says:
COMING SOON! That could mean anything.
On the Ravine 