It's Christmas Eve Eve and I am starting my celebrating.
What follows is just a lot of this and that, things that have happened today that really have put me in a celebratory mood for this Christmas and the joy of all the gifts with which I have been blessed.
I was chatting with my dear friend C today about the holiday, family, her grandson, and blurted out, totally unexpectedly, "I wish I could still believe in Santa Claus". As the words poured out of my mouth I felt in my heart how true they are, I do so long and wish to believe in magic and miracles and wondrous things. Well, to some degree I do still believe in miracles and wondrous things. I really do and that pleases me a lot.
This year I have treated myself to 2 wonderful Christmas presents. One is my so delightful, new roommate, Lemon, the 10 yo, female, ASH/Russian Blue mix, who has filled my days and nights with joy and delight. She is such a treasure. I am so happy and blessed that she picked me at the shelter and has made herself quite at home here. Over time I will bore you all with anecdotes a pictures. She is a sweetie, quite beautiful, and seems to be so happy living with me. YEAH!!!!!
My other gift to me was to sign up to stream Starz on Amazon Prime. I was trying to wait until all this season's episodes of Outlander had aired, then sign up and binge watch them all in one month. But I decided I could splurge for the $8.99 a month for 2 months. In addition to keeping up with Outlander I've been binging on Black Sails, enjoying it much.
I was a bit disappointed in last week's episode, but my passion for the stories and this series has been totally revived this week. Brianna and Roger are re-united and it is charming. I am a romantic. I love, LOVE, romance, "true love", the meeting and melding of soul mates. And, to be honest, I don't object to the titillating, physical expressions of same.
At 72, half way to 73, I am amused that all of this still delights me and makes me smile. Smile? It makes be grin from ear to ear!. And I am pleased with that. I think it is great to still believe in the possibility of miracles. And the possibility, if for only a "period of time" of the joy of romance and love. And I am so grateful that in my life I have experienced both. Perhaps that is why I still believe and still delight in them.
I received the most glorious Christmas gift today. It was actually delivered by USPS yesterday, but I didn't notice it until I opened my door this morning. It is a gift from my extraordinary nephew, his glorious wife, and their three fabulous children. Since my brother has moved near them in Seattle I've gone to visit a few times and each is 10,000% better than the previous. I am amazed, and blessed, and so honored, they all seem to really, really like me!!!!! Which is great, because I really, REALLY like and love them.
So, back tot he gift. There are some to be understood premises. I am a scotch drinker and am most partial to single malt. I like my scotch straight. My nephew will join me in drinking Scotch, pours my portions with a very heavy hand, and takes his "on the rocks". Of an evening, he and I will consume far more than any 2 adults should and end in animated debates/discussions/recollections. Inevitably I am more "effected" than him as I am consuming way more alcohol. I stumble off to bed and wake thinking, "hmmm, should I be embarrassed?" and am always pleased to be told all is okay and the kids really enjoy the "show" we put on.
So, that is the background for this oh, so, "just the perfect" gift for me. It is a set of 2 lovely rocks tumblers. And with it a set of 8 "rock" cubes. These can be chilled in the freezer, added to the glass of whatever, and will not dilute it (God Forbid!). And there is a charming velvet bag to carry these "rocks" in, for "road trips"! It is such a perfect gift for me. But, I do pause...I can't say I mind being "eccentric Aunt Isabelle", but I'm not sure I'm just as comfortable with being "Aunt Isabelle the sot!".
I was chatting with my dear friend C today about the holiday, family, her grandson, and blurted out, totally unexpectedly, "I wish I could still believe in Santa Claus". As the words poured out of my mouth I felt in my heart how true they are, I do so long and wish to believe in magic and miracles and wondrous things. Well, to some degree I do still believe in miracles and wondrous things. I really do and that pleases me a lot.
This year I have treated myself to 2 wonderful Christmas presents. One is my so delightful, new roommate, Lemon, the 10 yo, female, ASH/Russian Blue mix, who has filled my days and nights with joy and delight. She is such a treasure. I am so happy and blessed that she picked me at the shelter and has made herself quite at home here. Over time I will bore you all with anecdotes a pictures. She is a sweetie, quite beautiful, and seems to be so happy living with me. YEAH!!!!!
My other gift to me was to sign up to stream Starz on Amazon Prime. I was trying to wait until all this season's episodes of Outlander had aired, then sign up and binge watch them all in one month. But I decided I could splurge for the $8.99 a month for 2 months. In addition to keeping up with Outlander I've been binging on Black Sails, enjoying it much.
I was a bit disappointed in last week's episode, but my passion for the stories and this series has been totally revived this week. Brianna and Roger are re-united and it is charming. I am a romantic. I love, LOVE, romance, "true love", the meeting and melding of soul mates. And, to be honest, I don't object to the titillating, physical expressions of same.
At 72, half way to 73, I am amused that all of this still delights me and makes me smile. Smile? It makes be grin from ear to ear!. And I am pleased with that. I think it is great to still believe in the possibility of miracles. And the possibility, if for only a "period of time" of the joy of romance and love. And I am so grateful that in my life I have experienced both. Perhaps that is why I still believe and still delight in them.
I received the most glorious Christmas gift today. It was actually delivered by USPS yesterday, but I didn't notice it until I opened my door this morning. It is a gift from my extraordinary nephew, his glorious wife, and their three fabulous children. Since my brother has moved near them in Seattle I've gone to visit a few times and each is 10,000% better than the previous. I am amazed, and blessed, and so honored, they all seem to really, really like me!!!!! Which is great, because I really, REALLY like and love them.
So, back tot he gift. There are some to be understood premises. I am a scotch drinker and am most partial to single malt. I like my scotch straight. My nephew will join me in drinking Scotch, pours my portions with a very heavy hand, and takes his "on the rocks". Of an evening, he and I will consume far more than any 2 adults should and end in animated debates/discussions/recollections. Inevitably I am more "effected" than him as I am consuming way more alcohol. I stumble off to bed and wake thinking, "hmmm, should I be embarrassed?" and am always pleased to be told all is okay and the kids really enjoy the "show" we put on.
So, that is the background for this oh, so, "just the perfect" gift for me. It is a set of 2 lovely rocks tumblers. And with it a set of 8 "rock" cubes. These can be chilled in the freezer, added to the glass of whatever, and will not dilute it (God Forbid!). And there is a charming velvet bag to carry these "rocks" in, for "road trips"! It is such a perfect gift for me. But, I do pause...I can't say I mind being "eccentric Aunt Isabelle", but I'm not sure I'm just as comfortable with being "Aunt Isabelle the sot!".
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