FINALLY. Today the last of all the cards are dropped in an outbound mailbox. We tried to save some bucks last year and bought some cards on sale after Christmas. Yeh, we saved a few bucks. ALL those cards came back to us after being sent because they were an odd size and required $ .12 more postage! ! ! Live and learn. But donâ€™t let THAT get you down, other things are well under way as we slip into Christmas week.
Despite being kicked out as tree topper, our California Ken Doll found himself a home trying to decorate the Curly Willow branches (Yes, the same ones left in the vase from last winterâ€™s ice storm). What do you think:
Ken was always at the top of the tree in California, and brought a few laughs, but has lost out finally to a true old fashioned Santa figure.
Once again, friend Nancy, (friend Carol is our otherâ€¦â€¦) Artist Extraordinaire, dropped by a gift that is absolutely beautiful in its simplicity. Far more than a cute way to just return a canning jar, this idea ends up a showpiece. Nancy took a quart canning jar (yes, Karen, a Kerr Jar), placed fresh cranberries in it (Crans are a bog plant after all), placed a Narcissus (the small paperwhites) bulb in the berries, put water in it, some trimwork around it, and voila, this is clever as it is Christmaslike:
Northwest Oregon is so dry ski resorts are laying staff off and the lawn is truly about dry. Temps are normal but weâ€™re near the low records for moisture in November & December. Nonetheless, Christmas tree lights were all put up, tree up, presents wrapped and shipped and so we decided to have a few neighbors over for a sing-a-long Saturday night. Either itâ€™s the electric piano that doesnâ€™t inspire or we werenâ€™t good at inspiring folks to sing. Despite the Smithsâ€™ faithful attempt to get caroling going, no one was excited. We ALL had a great time, but music was not part of it. In fact, for the first time that we ever tried a gathering, most of the food was gone by party end. This year, we had two new neighborhood couples join us so things do change.
Dog Tucker has begun taking Metacam, the last gasp Arthritis medicine (the Deramax was losing itâ€™s punch) so weâ€™ll see how this goes. After this fails, he has one last gasp but that medicine is simple for pain management, so weâ€™re just glad heâ€™s playing this out still functioning with dignity so far. MAC on the other hand couldnâ€™t care less about dignity. Heâ€™s over 6 months, 75 pounds, and with adult teeth can rip apart toys in moments. Like any teenager, the â€œlisteningâ€ button goes on and off according to his choice, but heâ€™s still endearing himself to his owners a little more each day:
How â€˜bout them yellow eyes?
We TRULY HOPE ALL of our dear friends and family are having a fabulous week (except for working of course) and that we see or talk to you soon. Weâ€™d love company up here too, so think about visiting the arid Northwest while itâ€™s still dry.
LOVE and MERRY CHRISTMAS to ALLâ€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦
Mark & Rodger.