From our family (plus Ren and Willa) to you!
Archives for December 2008
A Christmas Guest
This is Petunia. (The gray, moppish looking one on the right.) She belongs to dear friends of ours who are visiting family in Minnesota for two weeks over Christmas. When I heard they couldn’t find anyone to house/dog sit, I offered to take Petunia for them.
You all know Handsome Jack H. If he and Tunie had Facebook accounts, under relationship it would probably say “It’s complicated.” Jack just wants to sniff her and play, but she isn’t really interested in any of that.
She’s got her dignity to maintain.
She is a feisty lass. In the beginning of her stay they threw down several times a day but now, for the most part, they have achieved a sort of detente.
Eden thinks the more the merrier (excepting teeth).
“Bridget Jones Diary” by Helen Fielding
This was a reread for me. It always makes me laugh and is a good Christmas time read.
“For Love” by Sue Miller
Great story, well written. I recommend. I want to give you a quote that made me turn down a page, but I need to go to sleep.
We have been stricken with the flu/plague. Christmas, when you’re already a bit behind schedule, is the PERFECT time to be bedridden. Eden, Christopher and I were all laid low. Today was for recovery, laundry, cleaning, shopping and wrapping. Tomorrow is more wrapping and cooking.
Have begun a post about the plague since, as is to be expected around here, with the horror, came funny stories.
Here’s praying that Paul and Lydia don’t succumb.
The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio by Terry Ryan
From the back cover: “TPWoD,O introduced Evelyn Ryan an enterprising woman who kept poverty at bay with wit, poetry, and perfect prose during the “contest era’ of the 1950’s and 1960’s. Standing up to the church, her alcoholic husband, and antiquated ideas about women, Evelyn turned every financial challenge into an opportunity for innovations, all the while raising her six sons and four daughters with the belief that miracles are an everyday occurrence.”
Evelyn Ryan was the author’s mother. She had ten kids. As I read the book I was agog about the 10 kids, but it was only as I typed it that I recalled my mother is from a family of nine.
It’s a good book. I love memoir and I enjoy reading about mothers, but if it wasn’t a true story (very well documented) I wouldn’t believe it. Recommended.
Eden and I were sitting quietly enjoying some pistachios.
“Remember the first time I had these?” She asked. I didn’t remember anything in particular.
“No. What happened?”
“Nothing! I’m just telling you a good remembory!”