Thursday, December 31, 2009


Out with the old, and in with the new.
HAPPY NEW YEAR blog buddies.

Thursday, December 24, 2009


With our tummies stuffed full of food… we bundled up in hats and gloves, as the cool night air nipped at our noses. We clamored into the Dodge Caravan, happy… that the automatic car starter had warmed our seats, in advance. Flurries were in the night air, as Christmas music played on the radio. The mood was set. Santa was on the way. With no destination in mind, we headed down the road. Giddy with excitement… we were going a-wandering, in search of outdoor Christmas displays. Everywhere we went… from one neighborhood to the next… lights dazzled in hues of red, green, amber, white, and blue. Wooden snowmen, Nutcrackers and St. Nick’s… stood in yards and on porches. Wired deer, giant snowflakes and stars, lined the rooftops. Icicle lights dripped from gutters. Trees glistened in house windows and front lawns. Wreaths… with big red bows, dotted doorways. The beauty of the season was upon us. What a wonderful time of the year. Cars lined the streets… and we caught glimpses of families gathered round, celebrating the holiday. It was time for us, to head home, to do the same. On the way back… we saw eight deer munching on something in a neighbor’s yard. It had to be… Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen. Santa is busy at work. It won’t be long now, until they stop to visit you, too… Merry Christmas!

Saturday, December 19, 2009


My debit card is being quirky. I use it for everything. We have more than enough money in the bank to cover transactions… but sometimes the card doesn’t work, and then it appears we can‘t cover the bill… when we really can. It has become embarrassing. Try explaining that to a busy cashier, at this time of year. One clerk suggested the problem was that the card got demagnetized, somehow, in my purse. Perhaps the magnetic clasp in my wallet caused it? Whatever the reason for the problem, it needed to be fixed. I had to do something to stop this game of chance. So… I went to the bank to complain. The teller confirmed the card was indeed, demagnetized. And then told me, there would be a $25 charge to replace the card. BUT… this one time only, she would waive the fee. I thanked her profusely. Frankly, I don’t care what it costs… I just want a card that works. Problem is… I now have to wait 5 to 7 days for the new card to arrive. In the meantime, I have to rely on checks to pay for things. It’s like going back to the Dark Ages. It’s been a long, long time since I wrote a check... I swear, I almost forgot how. My hand wobbled as I wrote out all the information on that 2 x 6 inch piece of paper. Did you know, they now give the check back to you at the register, after they’ve entered all the data. They used to keep it, back in the old days. In my humble opinion… it’s so much easier to swipe a card through one of those gizmos. I miss my debit card. Being without it, is going to drive me crazy. This is going to be the longest week in my life.

Friday, December 11, 2009


I was sitting in bed… the other night, reading the book, 'The Christmas Cookie Club'… while my hubby lay next to me, snoring away. Suddenly… without warning, his whole body shook… and his arms began flailing all about, as he shouted, “NO, NO, NO.” Concerned, I debated what to do. Should I wake him up, which might startle him more… making the situation worse? Or do I let the dream play out? He continued to shout and thrash about. It was making me feel uneasy… I had to do something… so I decided to talk to him, loudly. “Are you ok?” I asked. “NO, NO, NO.” he yelled. And then, he began mumbling under his breath. Persisting, I raised my voice… “I can’t understand you. Are you ok?” He rolled over on his back, his eyes fluttering open briefly before shutting them again. I softened my tone, putting my hand gently on his shoulder, nudging him… “Are you ok? You frightened me. You were shouting in your sleep.” He turned his back to me, then quietly said, “The man was holding me up at gunpoint.” “You’re safe. It was just a bad dream,” I told him… massaging his scalp. I expected him to respond, but heard snoring… instead. He was ok. I was the one feeling a little out of sorts. I closed my book and reached out to turn off the light. Time to sleep. Little did I know… I would have my own nightmare, two hours later. I don’t know how I reacted outwardly, because we both slept through it. But in my dream… I was being smothered and choked to death, by my husband. Terrified… I woke up, turning on all the lights in the bedroom. This in turn, woke him up. He was agitated I disturbed his sleep cycle. “Too bad,” I said, “I was just traumatized by you. I‘m scared.” I expected him to ask me why, but he didn‘t… probably assuming, I was talking about what happened, earlier in the evening. I added, “I need a little TLC, right now. I had a bad dream.” Then… I realized, it was too late for that… my significant other was already SNORING again. He can sleep through anything… his dream, my dream. I guess he expected me… to go back to sleep, too. Still shaking, I couldn’t erase the images… of the dream I had, from my mind. It felt so real. I picked up my book for comfort and distraction. Then… I snuggled my pillow closer. It took a while… but I eventually forgot about the nightmare, and managed to revisit the sandman, undisturbed, for the rest of the night. Still I wonder… what if anything, the dreams meant?

Thursday, December 3, 2009


I decided to decorate for Christmas . This meant tackling some of the mess in the garage. The mess is still there… but rearranged, so I could reach my motion figures and tree boxes, piled high on a shelf. With my bad knees, climbing a ladder is hard for me. And my hubby has vertigo, so he can’t do it. So… to maneuver the boxes, down from there… I had to use a long wooden stud, to push them forward, so they would fall off the shelf into my arms, or onto a pile of junk. Soft landing. Mission accomplished. Then… I had to drag the boxes across the garage floor, into the house. What a chore. But it was worth the trouble. Opening the boxes to see familiar Christmas items, like the tabletop Snowman, my father made for me… gave me a nice warm, fuzzy feeling inside. And inspired me, to get with it, and do the job. After all, you only have to decorate for Christmas, once a year. First challenge was the tree. I have a TWIG tree, that I put in the corner of my living room, every year. This year it‘s going in the family room, instead. So I had to make way, by pulling an end table forward from the wall. My cats have a fascination with the tree. So I can’t put ornaments on it. They cart them away, as play toys. Besides the fact… my ornaments, many years worth… were packed away, in the far reaches of my attic, once upon a time… never to be seen from, again. They’ve gone missing, for seven years… now. It’s heartbreaking, really. I learned to improvise. So… I decorate the tree with hundreds of white twinkle lights, the size of tiny snowballs… and adorn it with a golden garland, with red berries and then… top it off, with a grapevine star. This year, I decided to use one of these NEW bows filled with miniature LEDS, as a Tree Topper, since the star has also disappeared… no doubt, buried in a box, somewhere in the garage. Anyway, about the BOW… not sure if I like it or not? It’s growing on me… I think. Now… with the tree firmly in place, next up… on my to do list, is the crowning glory of my Christmas displays, every year… my MOTION FIGURES. I have about a dozen. This year, I chose just four of them. All… favorites. A little boy, and a little girl… dressed up in their Victorian finery, carrying candlesticks, nestled among the poinsettias in my living room. A snowman, with antlers and flashing lights for the family room. And last, but not least… the life of the party, inside my house, every year… DANCING SANTA. At 5ft.Tall, he definitely commands attention… so I place him by the front window. With that done… it’s finally time to do outside. Evergreens, with white lights and pretty red bows, flanking the front door, on both sides. Green lights, on a snowman wreath… and more white twinkle lights outlining the door. Also, a couple of large bushes, nearby... are bathed in dazzling green lights… and finally… a life-size, wooden Santa and Snowman standing on the porch, are added to the display. Christmas has arrived at my house. Now, I’m making a list and checking it twice…