I woke up really late this morning, around 8:30, so I skipped my exercises in order to get ready after breakfast to go to the funeral of our friend's husband.
There were several glitches at the service, not the least of which was that the cell phone of the water aerobics leader rang during a prayer. She was sitting right next to me. Also, the program announced our friend's husband's birth year as 2009. Then after the opening prayer, there was a very long, silent pause, as folks fidgeted uncomfortably. Finally, someone stepped into the room (the service was held at the funeral home) and announced that staff couldn't get the music CD to work, and the minister should just go on with the service. And then later, we learned that the plan to allow folks to offer testimonials during the service was inadvertently overlooked, and instead, promptly at the conclusion of the minister's sermon, ushers urged attendees to immediately begin filing up front to offer condolences to the family.
After the service, we came home for lunch. Mother had baked three sweet potatoes and heated three biscuits for us. We topped the biscuits with pumpkin butter. The jar of pumpkin butter, along with a jar of peach butter, were Mother's seventh day of Christmas gift. I got the butters at the Amish shop, when we were in Branson in October.
Around 1 p.m., we went to our friend's house for a while. I took a small bag of homemade cookies for the children of the family, since I was told that others were providing ample food for the reception. We had not planned to go to the reception, but our friend seemed to really want us there, so we accepted her invitation.
We only stayed for a short time, long enough to visit with our friend and join her in having dessert. I really didn't need to indulge in sweets, but to be polite, I took a small slice of fresh apple cake that I knew had been baked by another water aerobics friend. It was delicious.
Mother stayed at our house today and worked on her jigsaw puzzle. After we got home from the reception, Hubbie bathed Shih Tzu, and then we both worked to spruce the house, because his daughter and family are coming for a visit in the morning.
Later, we had hamburgers/turkey burgers, with sauteed potatoes for supper, which we ate in the den so Hubbie and I could watch our favorite college basketball team win a nail-biter game that I'd recorded on DVR.
Mother spent some time after supper continuing to work on the jigsaw puzzle, and then went home around 6 p.m. Hubbie and I watched TV for the rest of the evening, including a movie called "The Taking of Pelham 1 2 3." This 2009 R-rated (for strong language and violence) film stars Denzel Washington and John Travolta. It's about a man (Travolta) who hijacks a subway train and holds the passengers hostage while demanding ten million dollars from the city. This is a pay-per-view movie that I downloaded to our DVR as a complimentary gift from our cable company, because when they changed out our DVR recently, we naturally lost all the movies and programs I'd recorded on the old unit.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Friday, December 18, continued
We were up about 7:30 this morning, and as usual, I got on the treadmill after breakfast and then did weights exercises. Mother came over after my exercises, and chose a jigsaw puzzle to begin working on. Before she began the puzzle, she opened her sixth day of Christmas gift, which was two word search puzzle books.
Not much else happened for the rest of the morning. After lunch, we went on an excursion to see a large gingerbread house at the women's center of our local hospital (see photo below). I took several shots of the house, by itself, and with Mother standing beside it.
After that, we toured the art exhibit in the main hallway. We know several of the artists and photographers, a couple of whom serve on the visual arts committee with me.
From there, we went to the library of the college that is just down the road from our house to see an exhibit of small works on paper, which is on tour from our state's arts council.
We came home after that, and Mother resumed working on her puzzle, while I watched a ballet version of Scrooge, and Hubbie cleaned the van for our trip to see his family on Monday.
Supper tonight was baked salmon, with baked potatoes and English peas. After supper, Mother went home, and Hubbie and I dressed to go to the visitation for our friend's husband. Lots of folks showed up at the funeral home, including several ladies from water aerobics.
We stayed about a half an hour at the visitation. Back home, we half-heartedly watched a few one-hour shows on TV.
Not much else happened for the rest of the morning. After lunch, we went on an excursion to see a large gingerbread house at the women's center of our local hospital (see photo below). I took several shots of the house, by itself, and with Mother standing beside it.
After that, we toured the art exhibit in the main hallway. We know several of the artists and photographers, a couple of whom serve on the visual arts committee with me.
From there, we went to the library of the college that is just down the road from our house to see an exhibit of small works on paper, which is on tour from our state's arts council.
We came home after that, and Mother resumed working on her puzzle, while I watched a ballet version of Scrooge, and Hubbie cleaned the van for our trip to see his family on Monday.
Supper tonight was baked salmon, with baked potatoes and English peas. After supper, Mother went home, and Hubbie and I dressed to go to the visitation for our friend's husband. Lots of folks showed up at the funeral home, including several ladies from water aerobics.
We stayed about a half an hour at the visitation. Back home, we half-heartedly watched a few one-hour shows on TV.
Friday, December 18
This afternoon, we went to see this gingerbread house, which stands on the floor near a Christmas tree at the women's center of our local hospital. It was made by hospital staff and stands over four feet tall. In fact, it stands over 4' 9", which is Mother's height. On a plywood base, graham crackers have been attached to the walls and roof. The chimney features hundreds of peppermint disks as well as several inverted ice cream cones. Candy canes serve as icicles hanging from the roof. Details were added with piped icing. Chocolate drops, gumdrops, orange slice gels, Lifesavers, and Skittles add further interest to the house.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Thursday, December, 17
We were up about 8 a.m., and I did a treadmill session and resistance exercises after breakfast. While I was getting ready for the day, Hubbie cut up and cleaned a pumpkin to be baked. We'd used the pumpkin in the outdoor fall display. We got nearly eight quarts of the pumpkin for the freezer, which we put in Ziplock bags. There were two pumpkins in the display, but one went south before we could get it cooked. We also baked several acorn squash for the freezer that we'd gotten on sale a few weeks ago.
While the pumpkins were baking, we watched a Scrooge movie musical, starring Kelsey Grammer. After lunch, while the squash baked, we watched "A Miracle on 34th Street." As we were watching this movie, a friend returned a phone call I'd made to her this morning. I wanted to know if she was going to be at work this afternoon, so I could drop a food gift by. She said she would be there, so we made a batch of spinach dip, which I put with snack crackers, and then Hubbie and I delivered the gift on our way to the WDCS (I guess we're destined to go there every day until Christmas).
When we got back home, we found that Mother had already gone to her own house, taking her fifth day of Christmas gift with her. Today's gift was a pair of lint rollers, which delighted her, because she uses a lot of these to remove cat hair.
Yesterday, we gave her a large can of beauty salon hair spray, which we'd picked up at a silent auction. She was excited by that gift, too, because she had just run out of her usual brand and was about to ask me to go get another can for her.
On Tuesday, we gave her a box of chocolate covered coffee beans. On Monday, her gift was a jigsaw puzzle, and on Sunday, it was a 2010 calendar featuring photos of exotic animals.
Later, I fixed a breakfast-for-supper meal of potato pancakes, eggs, biscuits and gravy. After that it was TV, as usual. Tonight, we watched the movie, "The Stone Angel," starring Ellen Burstyn. The family of a nearly 90-year-old woman wants to put her in a nursing home, but she refuses. She runs away from home to return to the town where she lived as a youth and young adult. Here she traces her unconventional life and her relationships as she moves in and out of lucidity. The movie is rated "R" for intimate scenes (though there's no full nudity), and mild language. Good movie.
While the pumpkins were baking, we watched a Scrooge movie musical, starring Kelsey Grammer. After lunch, while the squash baked, we watched "A Miracle on 34th Street." As we were watching this movie, a friend returned a phone call I'd made to her this morning. I wanted to know if she was going to be at work this afternoon, so I could drop a food gift by. She said she would be there, so we made a batch of spinach dip, which I put with snack crackers, and then Hubbie and I delivered the gift on our way to the WDCS (I guess we're destined to go there every day until Christmas).
When we got back home, we found that Mother had already gone to her own house, taking her fifth day of Christmas gift with her. Today's gift was a pair of lint rollers, which delighted her, because she uses a lot of these to remove cat hair.
Yesterday, we gave her a large can of beauty salon hair spray, which we'd picked up at a silent auction. She was excited by that gift, too, because she had just run out of her usual brand and was about to ask me to go get another can for her.
On Tuesday, we gave her a box of chocolate covered coffee beans. On Monday, her gift was a jigsaw puzzle, and on Sunday, it was a 2010 calendar featuring photos of exotic animals.
Later, I fixed a breakfast-for-supper meal of potato pancakes, eggs, biscuits and gravy. After that it was TV, as usual. Tonight, we watched the movie, "The Stone Angel," starring Ellen Burstyn. The family of a nearly 90-year-old woman wants to put her in a nursing home, but she refuses. She runs away from home to return to the town where she lived as a youth and young adult. Here she traces her unconventional life and her relationships as she moves in and out of lucidity. The movie is rated "R" for intimate scenes (though there's no full nudity), and mild language. Good movie.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Wednesday, December 16
We were up at 7:30 this morning, and I got on the treadmill and did weights exercises right after breakfast. While I was getting ready for the day, Hubbie sliced dates and chopped pecans for a recipe of chocolate date nut bread. Mother came over while he was doing that and gathered the rest of the ingredients for the bread.
When I came downstairs, Hubbie was sitting in the living room, and he beckoned for me to come sit with him. Then he told me that he'd gotten a call from one of the Master Gardeners that the husband of another MG had been killed in an automobile accident yesterday evening around 5:30 p.m.
We'd just seen this man last Thursday at the MG Christmas potluck. So today I immediately visualized him opening a gift during the Dirty Santa game. We all laughed when he held up a quilted apron and some kitchen tools. Someone stole that gift from him, and the next gift he opened was a sparkly little Christmas tree. It's hard to believe that such lighthearted moments can be followed by such tragedy in the space of a week.
The man's twelve-year-old granddaughter was in the car with him but, thank God, she survived. It is speculated that the man became distracted by fiddling with the dials on the dash of his new car while traveling on a curve, left the road, and then overcorrected and went off and embankment on the other side of the road, flipping the car several times.
His wife, the Master Gardener member, is also a member of my water aerobics group. We are just sick at heart for her. We don't know yet when the visitation and funeral will be scheduled.
Keeping our friend in our thoughts and prayers all day, we went on about our business. I mixed the ingredients for the chocolate date nut bread and got the loaf into the oven. While it was baking, Mother and I watched "The Polar Express," on DVD, which took us up to lunch.
After lunch, I made a batch of jalapeno dip and used it, along with snack crackers, to make a gift plate for the ladies at our beauty shop. Hubbie and I dropped the gift off at the shop before we went to the WDCS. At the store, we picked up ingredients like cream cheese and sour cream for making dips and cheese balls. We also bought a new blender, because the plastic top to my old one practically crumbled when I tried to use it today to blend the ingredients for homemade tomato soup.
Back home, Mother and I watched "The Nutcracker," with Mikael Baryshnikov, and an old video recording of the Boston Pops, which features a really cute reading of "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas."
For supper, we had the homemade tomato soup (yummy) and cold meatloaf sandwiches, plus slices of the chocolate date nut bread.
Later, Hubbie and I watched as our favorite basketball team played to a wide-margin win.
Funny: got a message from Sis thanking me for the Christmas card I sent her, but saying that if it had not been for the return address on the envelope, she wouldn't have known who it was from. Apparently, I forgot to sign the card. I wonder how many others got no-signature cards?
When I came downstairs, Hubbie was sitting in the living room, and he beckoned for me to come sit with him. Then he told me that he'd gotten a call from one of the Master Gardeners that the husband of another MG had been killed in an automobile accident yesterday evening around 5:30 p.m.
We'd just seen this man last Thursday at the MG Christmas potluck. So today I immediately visualized him opening a gift during the Dirty Santa game. We all laughed when he held up a quilted apron and some kitchen tools. Someone stole that gift from him, and the next gift he opened was a sparkly little Christmas tree. It's hard to believe that such lighthearted moments can be followed by such tragedy in the space of a week.
The man's twelve-year-old granddaughter was in the car with him but, thank God, she survived. It is speculated that the man became distracted by fiddling with the dials on the dash of his new car while traveling on a curve, left the road, and then overcorrected and went off and embankment on the other side of the road, flipping the car several times.
His wife, the Master Gardener member, is also a member of my water aerobics group. We are just sick at heart for her. We don't know yet when the visitation and funeral will be scheduled.
Keeping our friend in our thoughts and prayers all day, we went on about our business. I mixed the ingredients for the chocolate date nut bread and got the loaf into the oven. While it was baking, Mother and I watched "The Polar Express," on DVD, which took us up to lunch.
After lunch, I made a batch of jalapeno dip and used it, along with snack crackers, to make a gift plate for the ladies at our beauty shop. Hubbie and I dropped the gift off at the shop before we went to the WDCS. At the store, we picked up ingredients like cream cheese and sour cream for making dips and cheese balls. We also bought a new blender, because the plastic top to my old one practically crumbled when I tried to use it today to blend the ingredients for homemade tomato soup.
Back home, Mother and I watched "The Nutcracker," with Mikael Baryshnikov, and an old video recording of the Boston Pops, which features a really cute reading of "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas."
For supper, we had the homemade tomato soup (yummy) and cold meatloaf sandwiches, plus slices of the chocolate date nut bread.
Later, Hubbie and I watched as our favorite basketball team played to a wide-margin win.
Funny: got a message from Sis thanking me for the Christmas card I sent her, but saying that if it had not been for the return address on the envelope, she wouldn't have known who it was from. Apparently, I forgot to sign the card. I wonder how many others got no-signature cards?
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Tuesday, December 15
Got up late this morning, and hopped on the treadmill, and then did weights exercises after breakfast. I didn't accomplish much after that except typing a recipe for sugar cookies and printing it to add to a cookie gift for Caring Hands Hospice. I also called a friend to see if she could join us for lunch downtown sometime this week, but she is busy all week. We agreed to try to get together shortly after Christmas.
Last week, our mutual friend from another town had come for a visit, and Mother and I were invited to join them for lunch. But that was the same day when Mother went to an Extension Homemakers luncheon, and I joined Hubbie for a Master Gardener potluck, and then Mother and I went to the "Cup of Cheer," party at the home of one of the water aerobics members, so we had to decline the invitation.
For lunch today, Hubbie did the honors of making grilled cheese sandwiches. Mother came over and joined us for those and dishes of fruit. After lunch, Hubbie and I ran errands. Just as we were ready to leave the driveway, one of the scrapbook club members pulled up. She had dropped by on her way to town to get her Christmas rubber stamps. I was glad she came by so I could give her a basket containing jars of hand cream, scrub, and bath salts from last month's Crafts Extravaganza in another town. I also gave her a couple of beaded projects, and a stack of instructions from that event.
After the lady left, Hubbie and I went to the art gallery, which was closed, even though it was 1 p.m. by this time. From there, we went to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription for me; to the WDCS for several grocery items; and then back to the gallery. This time it was open. We learned that the director had been at the restaurant across the street when we stopped by the first time.
The reason I needed to go to the gallery was to deliver a copy of the regional paper with the article about the graham cracker cookie Christmas house workshop, plus leave a Christmas card for the arts council director.
And because we don't have time to make another one, I also wanted to pick up one of the screen door Christmas cards that Mother and I made to sell at the gallery. We'll add the card to a gift of homemade cookies for the Caring Hands Hospice office staff. Since making greeting cards is one of the projects we do for Caring Hands, we felt it only appropriate that we add a handmade card to the gift of cookies.
We came back home after that. Mother was already in the process of making sugar cookies (I thought she was going to wait until I got back to start them), so I got busy and helped with the project. This sugar cookie recipe yielded several dozen, so there were plenty to fill a tin for Caring Hands Hospice staff, as well as for donating a couple of dozen for volunteers to add to baskets of cookies for fourteen patients. The Christmas cards we made last month will be added to the baskets.
We won't be able to help put the baskets together next Monday, because we're scheduled to go to another town for a gathering of Hubbie's family, where we'll be doing a Christmas house workshop with ten or more kids.
While the cookies cooled, we sat down to watch the 1970s musical, "Scrooge," starring Albert Finney. Later, for supper, we had stir-fry over rice. Mother went home after that, and Hubbie and I relaxed in front of TV. We started with a movie, "All Roads Lead Home," starring Peter Coyote. This family film is about a girl who loses her mother in an automobile accident and then becomes difficult. Her father sends her to live with her grandfather, who owns a horse ranch. The story then centers on the girl's relationship with the animals on the ranch, particularly the dogs.
During the movie, my friend from Texas called, and we talked for a long time, catching up on each other's lives. I'd sent her a screen door card for her birthday in November, along with a long letter, and her call was in reponse to that. It was a nice Christmas gift.
Last week, our mutual friend from another town had come for a visit, and Mother and I were invited to join them for lunch. But that was the same day when Mother went to an Extension Homemakers luncheon, and I joined Hubbie for a Master Gardener potluck, and then Mother and I went to the "Cup of Cheer," party at the home of one of the water aerobics members, so we had to decline the invitation.
For lunch today, Hubbie did the honors of making grilled cheese sandwiches. Mother came over and joined us for those and dishes of fruit. After lunch, Hubbie and I ran errands. Just as we were ready to leave the driveway, one of the scrapbook club members pulled up. She had dropped by on her way to town to get her Christmas rubber stamps. I was glad she came by so I could give her a basket containing jars of hand cream, scrub, and bath salts from last month's Crafts Extravaganza in another town. I also gave her a couple of beaded projects, and a stack of instructions from that event.
After the lady left, Hubbie and I went to the art gallery, which was closed, even though it was 1 p.m. by this time. From there, we went to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription for me; to the WDCS for several grocery items; and then back to the gallery. This time it was open. We learned that the director had been at the restaurant across the street when we stopped by the first time.
The reason I needed to go to the gallery was to deliver a copy of the regional paper with the article about the graham cracker cookie Christmas house workshop, plus leave a Christmas card for the arts council director.
And because we don't have time to make another one, I also wanted to pick up one of the screen door Christmas cards that Mother and I made to sell at the gallery. We'll add the card to a gift of homemade cookies for the Caring Hands Hospice office staff. Since making greeting cards is one of the projects we do for Caring Hands, we felt it only appropriate that we add a handmade card to the gift of cookies.
We came back home after that. Mother was already in the process of making sugar cookies (I thought she was going to wait until I got back to start them), so I got busy and helped with the project. This sugar cookie recipe yielded several dozen, so there were plenty to fill a tin for Caring Hands Hospice staff, as well as for donating a couple of dozen for volunteers to add to baskets of cookies for fourteen patients. The Christmas cards we made last month will be added to the baskets.
We won't be able to help put the baskets together next Monday, because we're scheduled to go to another town for a gathering of Hubbie's family, where we'll be doing a Christmas house workshop with ten or more kids.
While the cookies cooled, we sat down to watch the 1970s musical, "Scrooge," starring Albert Finney. Later, for supper, we had stir-fry over rice. Mother went home after that, and Hubbie and I relaxed in front of TV. We started with a movie, "All Roads Lead Home," starring Peter Coyote. This family film is about a girl who loses her mother in an automobile accident and then becomes difficult. Her father sends her to live with her grandfather, who owns a horse ranch. The story then centers on the girl's relationship with the animals on the ranch, particularly the dogs.
During the movie, my friend from Texas called, and we talked for a long time, catching up on each other's lives. I'd sent her a screen door card for her birthday in November, along with a long letter, and her call was in reponse to that. It was a nice Christmas gift.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Monday, December 14
We were up by 7:30 a.m. again this morning, and after breakfast, I did a treadmill and weights exercises session. After getting ready for the day, I baked a rum cake for Hubbie. He'll enjoy the cake by himself through the season, but because it's made with a yellow cake mix and instant vanilla pudding, both of which contain yellow dye, I can't eat it. Mother doesn't care for rum, so she won't eat it, either.
While I was making the cake, Hubbie ran a couple of errands...to the bank, and to the post office to mail a stack of Christmas cards for me.
Mother came over around lunch time and had turkey wrap sandwiches with us. After lunch, Hubbie and I ran errands...to the Revenue Office so that I could renew my driver's license (egad, what a photo); to the greeting card shop to take advantage of a 20% off coupon (my birthday gift from the store); to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription for Mother; to the cable TV office; and to the WDCS.
At the greeting card shop, Hubbie chose a birthday card for me, and we each selected anniversary cards. My birthday and our anniversary are in January. Since we had purchased three cards, I was also able to get the newest edition in the Hallmark Christmas storybook series for $2.95. I now have a collection of five of these cute books.
Funny: a clerk we know at the card shop asked how long we've been married. As I opened my mouth to respond, Hubbie jumped in with, "We're coming up on our 27th anniversary."
I didn't contradict him, but in the car I asked him what 1981 subtracted from 2010 is. "Twenty-nine," he said. "Well," I said, "then by that calculation, we will be married 29 years next month, not 27."
"It doesn't seem that long," he said, looking at me and grinning. "Though it obviously seems longer to you."
Back home, Mother and I watched a couple of Christmas shows that I'd recorded on DVR. For supper, we had meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans, and the remaining yeast rolls we'd brought home from the Master Gardener Christmas potluck.
Later, Hubbie and I watched a movie..."Santa Baby 2: Christmas Maybe," rated PG. This family movie presumes that Santa has a daughter named Mary, who moves to the big city to pursue a career. Santa puts an ambitious someone else in the job of managing the elves, while he relaxes and enjoys recreational activities. Things go awry, and Mary has to return to the North Pole to straighten things out.
After that, we watched a new animated Christmas feature, "The Flight Before Christmas." A young reindeer leaves home to find his father, whom he has never met, but believes to be one of Santa's "Special Forces" reindeer. Wolves pursue.
While I was making the cake, Hubbie ran a couple of errands...to the bank, and to the post office to mail a stack of Christmas cards for me.
Mother came over around lunch time and had turkey wrap sandwiches with us. After lunch, Hubbie and I ran errands...to the Revenue Office so that I could renew my driver's license (egad, what a photo); to the greeting card shop to take advantage of a 20% off coupon (my birthday gift from the store); to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription for Mother; to the cable TV office; and to the WDCS.
At the greeting card shop, Hubbie chose a birthday card for me, and we each selected anniversary cards. My birthday and our anniversary are in January. Since we had purchased three cards, I was also able to get the newest edition in the Hallmark Christmas storybook series for $2.95. I now have a collection of five of these cute books.
Funny: a clerk we know at the card shop asked how long we've been married. As I opened my mouth to respond, Hubbie jumped in with, "We're coming up on our 27th anniversary."
I didn't contradict him, but in the car I asked him what 1981 subtracted from 2010 is. "Twenty-nine," he said. "Well," I said, "then by that calculation, we will be married 29 years next month, not 27."
"It doesn't seem that long," he said, looking at me and grinning. "Though it obviously seems longer to you."
Back home, Mother and I watched a couple of Christmas shows that I'd recorded on DVR. For supper, we had meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans, and the remaining yeast rolls we'd brought home from the Master Gardener Christmas potluck.
Later, Hubbie and I watched a movie..."Santa Baby 2: Christmas Maybe," rated PG. This family movie presumes that Santa has a daughter named Mary, who moves to the big city to pursue a career. Santa puts an ambitious someone else in the job of managing the elves, while he relaxes and enjoys recreational activities. Things go awry, and Mary has to return to the North Pole to straighten things out.
After that, we watched a new animated Christmas feature, "The Flight Before Christmas." A young reindeer leaves home to find his father, whom he has never met, but believes to be one of Santa's "Special Forces" reindeer. Wolves pursue.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Sunday, December 13
Slept until 7:30 this morning, and then after breakfast, I did a treadmill session and resistance exercises, since I'd skipped my exercises yesterday.
After that, it was business as usual for a Sunday morning. For lunch, we settled for leftovers...potatoes that we'd taken to the Master Gardener potluck, canned beans and corn on the cob from a few days ago, along with yeast rolls, also from the MG potluck.
We occupied the whole afternoon watching Christmas shows and movies..."The Grinch Who Stole Christmas" animated feature, several Charlie Brown Christmas shows, and the movie, "A Christmas Story."
Mother went home afterward, and later Hubbie and I had PB&J sandwiches and fresh fruit for supper. Then I got busy and addressed Christmas cards, which took a couple of hours by the time I hand wrote notes in some of them and printed copies of my boring Christmas letter to include in others.
While I was doing this, we watched a Hallmark movie, "Christmas in Canaan," starring Billy Ray Cyrus. The plot revolves around a widowed father in the 1960s who is determined to teach his young son not to be a bigot. In the process, the son and an African-American boy become inseparable friends, and stay that way into adulthood. They experience lots of troubles and tribulations along the way.
After that, it was business as usual for a Sunday morning. For lunch, we settled for leftovers...potatoes that we'd taken to the Master Gardener potluck, canned beans and corn on the cob from a few days ago, along with yeast rolls, also from the MG potluck.
We occupied the whole afternoon watching Christmas shows and movies..."The Grinch Who Stole Christmas" animated feature, several Charlie Brown Christmas shows, and the movie, "A Christmas Story."
Mother went home afterward, and later Hubbie and I had PB&J sandwiches and fresh fruit for supper. Then I got busy and addressed Christmas cards, which took a couple of hours by the time I hand wrote notes in some of them and printed copies of my boring Christmas letter to include in others.
While I was doing this, we watched a Hallmark movie, "Christmas in Canaan," starring Billy Ray Cyrus. The plot revolves around a widowed father in the 1960s who is determined to teach his young son not to be a bigot. In the process, the son and an African-American boy become inseparable friends, and stay that way into adulthood. They experience lots of troubles and tribulations along the way.
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