The first greeting card of the season came from my baby brother. Plus he enclosed a picture of his sons and a hand-written short message.
My youngest son, coming inside from the cold weather proclaiming “I am not going to shave the rest of the winter!” as he peeled off gloves, hat, wool coat.
Apparently, he inherited my sensitive, itchy, dry skin.
He will probably shave often, though.
He is a guitar teacher, and sets a good example.
Both my cats sleeping at the same time on our queen-size bed. Not close together, but they seem to be getting along lately.
While at husband’s job/College of Business
Christmas party Holiday Social, someone I haven’t seen since last year’s gathering and whose name I can’t remember, came over and asked how is my eye.
Someone else asked if I have used the wheelbarrow lately.
Apparently, word gets around that I write a weblog.
Having a work-related social occasion where I don’t have to go out and buy a new outfit to make a good impression. Now, don’t get me wrong, if I were to work off a bunch of pounds and get some cosmetic fix for the spider veins in my legs, I’d gladly strut my stuff.
As it is, wearing plain black pants, a sweatshirt with appliqued angels, and silver bell earrings is more my fashion.
Being at a party and saying “Hello, Mr. President”.
that would be of the university
Hearing my name called at the party, but realizing it’s not for me. Later when I asked, I heard the story from her mother of how she got it. Same reason as mine—our dads liked the same movie star of the 1950s.
Small world….who woulda thunk it?
Having breakfast at McDs and the volume of the in-store sound system was lowered to a level where we could have nice conversation.
Getting the ironing done during daylight. Standing by a sunny window is much more pleasant than trying to see the wrinkles by the light of an overhead bulb.
Finding a new yarn shop downtown near the post office.
Which sells bamboo crochet hooks. I now own 3.
Two nice e-mails from friends first thing this morning.
Simple pleasures. Here’s hoping some come your way.
Update: My Mister has a question at his place. It pertains to an item we saw at Ewing Manor during the party.
~~love and Huggs, Diane