Saturday Scribbles

I stood in line on Thursday to mail package. Even though there were about fifteen people in line, it moved fast and everyone seemed happy and polite! Peopled helped each other move boxes and there was courteous chatter among those in line. This isn't the main post office downtown but a satellite one located in a pool supply store. It's funny how the simple little things in life can help lift my spirits - what started as only a chore to mail packages became a lovely visit with a woman in her eighties. We talked about our desires not to get caught up in all the frenzied buying and last minute mailings but despite our best intentions we still manage to get wrapped up in some of it. This year, both of my sisters and their children are going to be at my parents' home for the holidays, so sending off one big box with presents for all worked really well. It's nice to have checked this off the list and I'm grateful for "feeling" that Christmas feeling while doing it.

Next on the list, the tree. We managed to get that this afternoon. We go to the same place every year. They have a large assortment of trees and it's a fund raising event for a local boyscout troop. We really had the the little boy helping us working. My daughter wanted a taller tree than last year. We looked at quite a few, too thin or too wide, before we found the one that was just right... a ten foot Noble. Tomorrow we'll have family breakfast. The girls have requested and my husband's making challah french toast. After breakfast will dress the tree.

I'm trying not to get caught up in all the politics - it still seems too early for me, but (for a little fun) I couldn't, or should I say I "Kant" resist this... Kant Attack Ad.


Fortnight day 8


Today's "gift" to my husband on this eighth day of his fortnight was simple breakfast out this morning and a "thank you" note with the following:
Thought for the Fortnight

The most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing; it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life.
~ by Sir Hugh Walpole ~