A morning of snow, of winter, of Christmas.
He wakes up, shifts position and without even opening his eyes, says, as if programmed to do it -- Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas to you too.
I read the NYTimes editorial -- commentary on this mighty day that is so important, so tradition ridden and I think -- yes, it is exactly that: a day like no other. A day of finding joy in life. Of working with all your might to create those pockets of joy.
Pancakes for breakfast! (At least for Ed. My joy is in my oatmeal with kefir, fruit and honey.)
Like Scrooge, this morning I open my books and do accounting for the year. Unlike Scrooge, mine are meager sums. But, this annual exercise is always a happy event as it always, always shows a small profit for the year. Ever since I first started keeping financial records some forty years back, I rounded up my recorded expenses. The reality check comes at a time when we're all groaning under the burden of the holiday bills. Yes! piggy bank money, to be sure, but still -- all nicely black. Enough for that extra treat at the end of the year. Ice cream anyone?
In the afternoon, Ed and I ski. We talk about breaking out and moving beyond our local park trails. Yes, we consider it, then we smile. Not today. We stay local today and pay tribute to the immense gift of being so close to a county park.
Evening. My older girl is cooking dinner for us. A Spanish Christmas! -- she tells me.
Such cooking talent! We have an excellent meal of seafood paella.
Her husband finishes their gingerbread house project...
...we eat (not the house!), and this brings a close to the holiday, to days of holidaying, to this season of festivities.
Thank you, Ocean readers, for all your sweet, sweet comments and wishes. As always, I am touched by your generosities.
Onwards now to the tail end of 2013. Such a year!
He wakes up, shifts position and without even opening his eyes, says, as if programmed to do it -- Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas to you too.
I read the NYTimes editorial -- commentary on this mighty day that is so important, so tradition ridden and I think -- yes, it is exactly that: a day like no other. A day of finding joy in life. Of working with all your might to create those pockets of joy.
Pancakes for breakfast! (At least for Ed. My joy is in my oatmeal with kefir, fruit and honey.)
Like Scrooge, this morning I open my books and do accounting for the year. Unlike Scrooge, mine are meager sums. But, this annual exercise is always a happy event as it always, always shows a small profit for the year. Ever since I first started keeping financial records some forty years back, I rounded up my recorded expenses. The reality check comes at a time when we're all groaning under the burden of the holiday bills. Yes! piggy bank money, to be sure, but still -- all nicely black. Enough for that extra treat at the end of the year. Ice cream anyone?
In the afternoon, Ed and I ski. We talk about breaking out and moving beyond our local park trails. Yes, we consider it, then we smile. Not today. We stay local today and pay tribute to the immense gift of being so close to a county park.
Evening. My older girl is cooking dinner for us. A Spanish Christmas! -- she tells me.
Such cooking talent! We have an excellent meal of seafood paella.
Her husband finishes their gingerbread house project...
...we eat (not the house!), and this brings a close to the holiday, to days of holidaying, to this season of festivities.
Thank you, Ocean readers, for all your sweet, sweet comments and wishes. As always, I am touched by your generosities.
Onwards now to the tail end of 2013. Such a year!
Happy holidays, Nina!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas. Such beautiful days and celebrations in three acts. Ox
ReplyDeletePaul sold lobsters to a woman who was making paella also for Christmas, but she only wanted 2 lobbies... I would have put in at least 6! Oh well, your daughter's looks very yummy... I'm wondering where the mussels come from?
ReplyDeleteNow THOSE are Christmas trees! I had a delightful day with lots of friends and family, but could envy you the cross country ski! Jean
ReplyDeleteHappy holidays to you. Looks like you are having fun. Liked the idea of your skiing. I love the footprints in the snow. Here in California it is footprints in the sand.
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