The Holiday Begins... in Postcards 4

…with a rush.

As everyone pulls their decorations down from their attics, they clean their spaces too. Acres and hours of donations arrived at the shop and kept me hopping. Just as I started to leave dripping sweat, Bobbie arrived with a SUV filled with art books. Maybe I should say illustrator books.

We had five minutes of coffee together then she was off to her sisters in a rush.

Today we take down our stuff from our attic. Stuff indeed. At three pm, wearing three to four layers, it will be time to head to the park’s “December Nights.” I will let you know if I survive.

• Himself: G’s been having many good days. Lunch yesterday was not a success. Dinner was ok.
• Herself: Harried and sweatty yesterday. He wants to go to estate sales today and I want to mail Laka’s package first. Teeth. The new tooth is perfection. Hurrah.
• Reading: One of the last few Francis’s.
• Gratitudes: Just being here today.

Last updated December 06, 2015