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Good night.

Fifty nine degrees at midnight December 24th/25th, wow!

Six out of eight episodes of Dr. Who later, we called it a night. Poor G couldn’t keep her eyes open after half a bottle of Prosecco, baked brie with cranberries and walnuts, caviar, mascarpone, and smoked salmon.

You all have a good one!

By 2:30 a.m. the temperature had risen to 63 degrees after which it began to fall to the mid 40s by 5 a.m.

Is it time yet?

G and I braved the crowds at the farmers market yesterday. She got a couple of things she wanted and so did I.

We hit the Amish bakery at just the right time. I snagged their last small mince meat pie for The Curmudgeon–it’s his favorite. All they had left in mince meat then was two tiny individual tarts. I also had to get one of their delicious bear claws–they are hard to resist.

One more stand, a one pound container of roasted Brussel sprouts with bacon topped out my bag and we headed home.

Looking forward to our girls night in tonight.

You have a merry, happy, blessed whatever you do.

HPIM4310

Pets do not make good gifts.

     I don’t care what holiday you celebrate at this time of year.  All I want is that you think real hard about gifting anyone with a pet of any kind. 

     Puppies and kittens do not do well in stressful situations.  If you MUST get someone a pet, wait until after the holidays.  Give them a leash and collar with a note saying they will get the pet after the holidays.

    Pets are a lifetime commitment.  They are not disposable. 

     You all have a good one!

A lifetime commitment!

 

And how was your holiday?

     Yesterday would’ve been my father’s 97th birthday if he were still with us.  I love you Dad and miss you every day!

     I made us a lovely dinner of leg of lamb, pickled beets and eggs, potato salad, and one deviled egg for both of us.  The Curmudgeon was in heaven over it.  It had to be one of his absolute favorite meals.  In fact, each component is a favorite of his so he was quite over the moon.  The deviled egg I served him made him giggle.

     Gavin and Patty sure enjoyed the tidbits of lamb he provided for them. 

     I hope you had a wonderful weekend and a good day today!

Sláinte!

      

     Pat and Mick landed themselves a job at a sawmill. Just before morning tea Pat yelled: “Mick! I lost me finger!”

     “Have you now?” says Mick. “And how did you do it?”

     “I just touched this big spinning thing here like thi… Darn! There goes another one!”

     May you have all the happiness and luck that life can hold, and at the end of your rainbows may you find a pot of gold.

     May good luck be with you wherever you go, and your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow.

     May the lilt of Irish laughter lighten every load.  May the mist of Irish magic shorten every road.  May you taste the sweetest pleasures that fortune ere bestowed, and may all your friends remember all the favors you are owed.

Bingle jell pups

 

     A little after midnight I picked up the leash and the sleigh bell collar.  Gavin danced to the front door eager to be off.  Patty tried to push ahead of him but I told her she had to wait her turn as I put the collar and leash on him.

     After nine years of doing this, Gavin knows our route and he strutted down the street with bells a ringing.  He kept to a fast pace, no leisurely stroll for this dog he was all business.  An elderly couple got out of their car and wished us a Merry Christmas. 

     Once we returned to the house, it was Patty’s turn to take another direction.  She was as excited as Gavin had been to do her part.  We stopped and hid behind a car when I saw the door across the street open at the sound of the bells.  I could hear an adult telling the kids inside they’d better hurry to bed because that had to be Santa out there.  Squeals of delight followed and then the door closed.  Patty and I stepped out from behind the car and continued our jingle bell walk.

     Once back in the house, the two dogs leapt about begging for the cookies that they’d earned giving their very special Christmas present to the neighborhood.

T’was the night before Christmas…

 

     That whole business about not a creature is stirring doesn’t hold up in this house.  Gavin and Patty will play dogs gone wild sometime after midnight as they do every night lately.

     We don’t have a fireplace so there aren’t any stockings hung by the chimney with care.

     It isn’t unusual to hear a clatter outside since we do live in the city.  You won’t find me leaping out of bed to see what the matter is.  However, I may leap up from my desk.

     The only sleighbells ringing will be the ones on the dogs when I take them for a late night walk around the neighborhood.

     You all have a Merry and a Happy!

The neighborhood gift cache

 

     Our house used to be the neighborhood depository for Christmas gifts.  We didn’t have kids.  We’d store all the neighborhood kids’ gifts for their parents until Christmas Eve.  For years, not one child peeked and found a gift before Christmas.  Is it no wonder the kids around here believed in Santa so much longer than their peers did did? 

     While browsing Amazon I noticed that they still make Barbie’s cheap-ass pink 3-story dream house.  I remember that one well.  On a Christmas (how long ago I’ll never tell) when DH and I put one together for my Goddaughter’s parents who lived two doors down from us.  Yes, we even assembled the gifts for the parents AND delivered them Christmas Eve.  (We also had the parents come here and wrap the gifts that they didn’t want on unwrapped display for the kids Christmas morning.)

     We were very sneaky adults in this neighborhood all those years ago.  Now all those kids are grown many with kids of their own.  Some neighbors moved away and we are no longer the hideaway for Christmas gifts.  I don’t miss assembling toys but I do miss the fun and giggles of sneaking the gifts to all the homes after the kids were asleep.

     Anyway back to that Barbie house….When anything says ‘easy assembly’, beware.  We spent two hours putting that blasted flimsy 3-story Barbie townhouse together.  It gave us all sorts of problems.  The costly cardboard and plastic house didn’t make the walk from our house to two doors away in one piece.  Upon entering the neighbor’s house, the parents, DH and I had to reassemble the danged thing all over again.  

Simplicity is key

 

     I have a pecan pie cooling on the back porch.  There’s nothing like making a pie for a mere two people and the second person is not DH.  DH can’t eat pecan pie but G can and she loves mine.  I wouldn’t have made the pie except she asked me to and she bought the corn syrup to make sure I got the hint.  I’m hoping she’ll give DH a slice of her pumpkin pie so he’s happy too. 

     I don’t do much for Thanksgiving other than make us a good dinner.  Personally, I’d rather go out somewhere and let someone else do the work.  However, since DH prefers staying home that’s what we do.  At least I keep it simple so I don’t have a lot of work to do.

     I hope you all have a nice Thanksgiving!

Thank you for your patience

 

     We had HORDES of kids come Trick or Treating.  They arrived promptly at six and continued to inundate us until after eight.  I had no time to grab the camera and get pictures this year.

     However, I did get some pictures of the decorations during a lull.  Unfortunately, I didn’t get a good one of the Zombie in the barrel.  The best laid plans and all that.

     After the Trick or Treating finished, Little D’s birthday cake was a great hit and she had a good time.  Her mother enjoyed the unusual welcome into the neighborhood.

A teensy break for Halloween

 

     Thursday I will be cooking for the après Trick or Treat/Little D’s birthday party and carving pumpkins with G.  Yes, there will be wine.  Afterwards I intend to relax. 

     Friday is Trick or Treat night.  G and I will spend the afternoon decorating the porch.  From six to eight a horde of costumed kids will arrive for the handing out of the treats.  After eight, we party until (?) or DH has had enough of us, whichever comes first.

     There will be no posts for those days.  Since I usually post in the wee hours there might not be one for Saturday.

     I will most definitely be here on Sunday.  Come back then to see the decoration and party pictures!

The horrifying death of my fog machine

 

     I wasn’t going to buy anything else for Halloween this year since I did buy two rather large props.  However, it seems I will be making another purchase.  My fog machine is dead.  I’ve had it for well over fifteen years.  I was hoping it would limp through this year, no such luck.

     I’d bought some fog juice and fog machine cleaner my last trip to Spirit Halloween.  Last night I decided to get off my duff, drag the machine down from the attic, and clean it.  I’m glad I did.  The machine gave one gasp and died.  I was horrified.

     I can’t go without a fog machine all the kids around here look forward to our yearly display.  Today I was supposed to go with G to Target to get paper Halloween plates and more candy (DH says we don’t have enough.)  Little does G know that we’ll be making a quick side trip, more out of the way, but on the way. 

     Now I have to decide what size to get.  Back when I bought mine, you didn’t have many choices there was only one available.