I didn't write first thing when I got back because my head was full of something I wanted to post online, and so I had to go do that. But something didn't feel right, and I know it was because I hadn't done this yet --
It is snowing again! But lightly. It is peaceful, soft, and pretty. I can appreciate it because I don't have to rush off to work today. I have to get down to the bank and go to the market and clean the church, but I don't have to be at my other job all day too. Like I was yesterday, but it wasn't too bad. The store is very slow this year -- the effects of the economy reaching here also, as we are all connected. Naturally.
Matthew is here seated before me on the notebook -- I could trace his feet with my pen. Oh, now he has climbed up onto my shoulders, purring. I slept in until 7. It was delightful. I hear a blue jay outside near the feeder. Oh! When I was coming in from filling the feeder -- and I moved the suet cage deeper into the apple tree, giving it better access to small branches to perch on -- I heard this beautiful, beautiful unfamiliar bird song. It was a watery trill and the best I could make of it was, that it sounded like 'Pretty bird' -- but very melodic. I said Pretty bird back to the bird and it would sing out again -- we did this back and forth until I finally went inside. I felt like the birds were thanking me. And I looked and looked but I could not see the bird warbling the lovely song.
And my pants were covered in snow up to mid-calf and they feel chilly and damp now tho I brushed them off as best I could. The extra added bit of snowfall made for strenuous walking as it wasn't nearly as cold as yesterday (it was -15F yesterday!). The dogs, Fergus in particular, didn't pull me along very fast. Fergus seemed a bit off this morning, overall, but very friendly and sweet. Bella was her usual ridiculous, delightful, self.
I wrapped all the presents last night and I just need to tidy up the living room a bit to make it nice for Christmas. All this snow, despite the fact it can be such a pain in the ass, makes for a very beautiful Christmas!
We are having dinner at the dV's tomorrow and I am bringing carrots baked in ginger and honey since M could come up with no better suggestion than french toast. If I were a perfect mother, I would make her french toast for breakfast tomorrow, but I have barely the energy to do what there already is to do. Like make the mousse pie, which M does want, I did ask, since I wouldn't have minded not making it!
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