The tranquility lasted all of fifteen minutes, when Wayne asked me what I intended to do about dinner. (My husband needs a few lessons on how to be romantic . . . ) I suggested reservations, and we eventually did end up dining out, thanks to our daughter. Since Wayne and I intended to have a glass of wine, Jody drove. By the time we returned home it was nine o’clock, and the power still wasn’t back. In fact, electricity didn’t return until around seven Saturday morning. By then I’d made a startling discovery about myself. I am no Laura Ingles Wilder!
This Christmas, as part of the outside decorations, I purchased three five-foot angels for our front lawn. They’re adorable, with bright lights shining in the dark winter night. Their wings are gold, as is the halo, and each one is holding a large, lit, gold star. They are perfection. And then . . . it happened.
A windstorm hit our area and downed the neighbor’s tree across our driveway. If that wasn’t distressing enough, I discovered all three of my angels had toppled. Yes, friends, I now have three fallen angels skattered across my front yard. I can’t help but think Shirley, Goodness and Mercy had a hand in this. I’m telling Gabriel!
Those of us who swim early in the morning share a special camaraderie—we’re hearty souls, mostly morning people, born with a happy gene, who like nothing better than the smell of chlorine to start off our day. Oh, and we’re not opposed to a sip of eggnog at noon, either.
The honors just keep coming. Last Christmas about this time I was one of the fruitcake judges for the Port Gamble Country Christmas celebration. Then in September of this year I judged the pies at the Western Washington State Fair in Puyallup. It really doesn’t get much bigger than that.
Once again I have been proved wrong. This Saturday I will flip the switch for Port Orchard’s Christmas tree lighting celebration. Now, my friends, this is big. Well, the tree is, at any rate. With the bells from City Hall chiming in the background and my grandchildren gathered around me, it’s going to be one of the highlights of the holiday season. Merry Christmas, everyone!
Yes, my friends, I was one of those crazed shoppers you viewed with horror on the Friday night evening newscast. My daughters and I set the alarm for 2 a.m. and were pulling into the Silverdale Kitsap Mall parking lot at 3:45 a.m., lattés in hand and our credit cards humming a Christmas ditty in our purses. As it was, we were fortunate to find a parking spot.
For weeks I’ve been hearing the dreary news--the sad state of our economy, the dire predictions, the gloom and doom . I guess someone should have informed our economists that when the word SALE is involved, women shop. I’m heading out again next weekend. Anyone care to join me?