As families grow, change, and blend…some traditions have remained the same. Since the boys were 10 and 12, we’ve claimed Christmas Eve as our Christmas.
Early morning breakfast of sensible and clearly non-sensible foods followed by a lively gift exchange with some jumping up and down and gratitude expressed.
After gifts are given, we dash off to the bowling alley for our “Christmas Bowl.” Yes, you read right. We bowl every Christmas Eve. It is as funny as it is fun. We cheer for each other and there is the tiniest bit of competition. (I mean there are awards – teehee).
Cousins help each other, especially if little ones are just learning the ropes.
After bowling, there’s Christmas spaghetti for lunch. More laughter, good stories, and play.
Families pack up in late afternoon and head out to other homes for other celebrations.
For Robert and me, it was a very good Christmas. We feel lucky to have family and friends near and stay connected (Marco/Polo) with those far away. Merry Christmas.
Recently my nine year old grandson, Jack, has taken an interest in Linda Silvesti’s wonderful sketches with puns. He wanted to give it a try. So, with pen and paper he went off to make a sketch.
This guy, he explains, has confused his shoe with a taco. So, he’s wearing the taco and just put his shoe in the microwave. “Where’s my taco?” he questions. He imagines a can eating his taco not realizing the taco is on his foot. The can, wanting the taco is a
So there we have it. The beginning of a new pun-ner. (He told me to type this.)
It’s important to be informed, I tell myself, as I read various articles and tune in to PBS or the BBC. Don’t turn away…keep involved. There is a lot to be discouraged about in the news with conflicts, natural disasters, and those disasters of our own making. Sometimes I’m overwhelmed.
So there’s the Hallmark channel where you know what will happen in the first three minutes, the comforting archetypes showing up time and time again. Sometimes I do long for a happy ending where everything turns out right in the end.
But the world is more complex than that. No one is all villain or all heroine. The villain never knows he or she is in the wrong while our heroes often slip off their perches.
I’ll keep watching, listening to and reading news, because I think there’s a responsibility I have as a citizen of the world. I also try to remember that there are people and organizations doing great things with their power or money to make this planet better.
Still….the pull of fake conflict and the perfect ending. It’s not real. I know it’s not real. Yet sometimes I just need a break.
The other day I entered the dining room to find my dear husband, binoculars in hand, getting a close up of the squirrels and birds feasting a few yards past our deck. Not satisfied with the details a smart phone picture would include. He spent the morning shifting between his glasses and binoculars to practice some wildlife drawings.
Although admittedly biased, I think he did a lovely job!
We celebrated my husband’s birthday with a small circle of family and friends. Cheesecake and laughter….what could be better than that?
Brother Larry is on the left. Yup, the gene pool is strong with those two.
Goodbye Halloween mantel; hello fall! I kept a few of the pumpkins around and added some leaves, flowers, and keepsakes. The ceramic covered corn bowl on the left is something from my youth. It still holds the mini-ear spears inside. The goal was to eat the buttery ear of corn without wasting butter on your fingers. Ha!
To the right is some golden wheat in Lucite, a gift from my sister years ago when I was homesick for Kansas. The centerpiece is a print from the inspiring Kelly Rae Roberts with the following quote:
“Giving opens the way for receiving.” — Florence Scovel Shinn
Enjoy the Season!
Click on link to see the difference seven years can make on Halloween night. We tried to pose in the same way. We took up much more of the sofa and Evy could not cry because she was too happy. So she cleverly put a finger to her eye.