In Which Teddy Waxes Philosophical
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teddy_radiatorI hope you will forgive me that RED just went out the window last week, and between work and trying to decorate the house, I've totally dropped the ball. I know you are a kind and forgiving group. :)
TheHubs® and I were going to work yesterday when we spied a teddy bear abandoned on the side of the road. Both of us felt really sorry for it; I approach children's toys with a fair amount of sangfroid, but this is a teddy bear. I just couldn't get it out of my mind, and neither could TH®. So, a few hours later, on the way back, we looked for it, and sure enough it was still there. Only loonies like us would stop the car, run across a busy highway and rescue this poor teddy. One paw is a bit grubby, and it has lost its nose, but other than that, he seemed relatively okay. It's an Aeropostale bear, and I think, judging from the ones online, it had a scarf at one time, so I'll try to knit the poor thing a scarf, and we're going to either replace or sew him a new nose.
In the meantime, I'm looking for a name. All the bears in our house have names (we have quite a few, especially Christmas teddys), so he must have one as well. I put out the request on FB, and so far, my favourites are Archibald and Bearnard. But I welcome any and all suggestions. Who knows? The person who puts forth the best name might get a little gift from our recently re-housed bear.
Thanksgiving. Spending it with cousins and mom, and bringing Broccoli Salad a la the Vic, and the sweet potato casserole for which I'm known. It's almost a dessert, but I love it. I got the recipe from a fellow teacher back in the 80's when I was in my teaching period, and still use it verbatim. I don't put marshmallows on it, but every year I say I will. I just can't get that trashy, married to a Brit and all.
I get a little melancholy this time of year - so many of my family are gone now - there are fewer of us left than have already died. Dad had a huge family, and Christmas Eve was magical for me - a huge houseful of family, tons of food, too much cigarette smoke (everyone of them smoked, then quit, thankfully), and music. Four and six-part harmony, singing carols, and family songs, and hymns and sweet songs I still hear in my head. There's hardly enough of us left to form a quartet, much less a choir, but those were some sweet, sweet, memories.
Of the eleven children my Grandparents had, only five are left, and they are scattered and have big families of their own. It saddens me sometimes to realise that eventually, there will be only me; I have no brothers or sisters, and my stepchildren are in England. If I outlive Trev, which I seriously hope I do not, I will be alone. I'm not much good on my own.
Oh, don't mind me - as I say, waxing melancholy. I can no more see the future than I can the living room floor at this point (all the decs are scattered hither and yon), but all I can do is just enjoy the time I have and find those sweet moments in them.
TheMuse has decreed that the rest of the year will be writing-free. I'm to concentrate on the holidays and enjoying them. I think he thinks that this fallow period will aid in The Big Push to finish editing the novel. I do have a ton of present making, so I'll still be creating stuff, and baking, which I love to do during this time of year.
We are really starting to worry about our taxes, but our county is very inflexible - we're hoping we can get an income tax refund in time and use that. I don't like betting on something like this, but that's the way we have to do it. Why they insist on forcing us to pay taxes at this time of year never ceases to bug me. They don't care about other items like vehicles and boats, but real estate is due December 31, with a final date of March 15. Now that our hours have been halved, it's going to be hard. Lots of pennies will be pinched in the next few months.
Well, we have jobs we like - that's something many can't say they have. We have one another, and three socially demanding cats, one ailing van and a decent home we love. On the upside, yeah. We're okay. And on rainy days like this, with the temp just barely above freezing, and the Christmas carols on the radio, the positives seem pretty good. Nat King Cole is singing about Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, and in spite of it all, it's all going to be alright.
PS, Sam Adams' seasonal beer 'Cherry Chocolate Bock' is awesome! I'm not usually one to like bock beer, but this is so cocoa-laden I can't help myself.
TheHubs® and I were going to work yesterday when we spied a teddy bear abandoned on the side of the road. Both of us felt really sorry for it; I approach children's toys with a fair amount of sangfroid, but this is a teddy bear. I just couldn't get it out of my mind, and neither could TH®. So, a few hours later, on the way back, we looked for it, and sure enough it was still there. Only loonies like us would stop the car, run across a busy highway and rescue this poor teddy. One paw is a bit grubby, and it has lost its nose, but other than that, he seemed relatively okay. It's an Aeropostale bear, and I think, judging from the ones online, it had a scarf at one time, so I'll try to knit the poor thing a scarf, and we're going to either replace or sew him a new nose.
In the meantime, I'm looking for a name. All the bears in our house have names (we have quite a few, especially Christmas teddys), so he must have one as well. I put out the request on FB, and so far, my favourites are Archibald and Bearnard. But I welcome any and all suggestions. Who knows? The person who puts forth the best name might get a little gift from our recently re-housed bear.
Thanksgiving. Spending it with cousins and mom, and bringing Broccoli Salad a la the Vic, and the sweet potato casserole for which I'm known. It's almost a dessert, but I love it. I got the recipe from a fellow teacher back in the 80's when I was in my teaching period, and still use it verbatim. I don't put marshmallows on it, but every year I say I will. I just can't get that trashy, married to a Brit and all.
I get a little melancholy this time of year - so many of my family are gone now - there are fewer of us left than have already died. Dad had a huge family, and Christmas Eve was magical for me - a huge houseful of family, tons of food, too much cigarette smoke (everyone of them smoked, then quit, thankfully), and music. Four and six-part harmony, singing carols, and family songs, and hymns and sweet songs I still hear in my head. There's hardly enough of us left to form a quartet, much less a choir, but those were some sweet, sweet, memories.
Of the eleven children my Grandparents had, only five are left, and they are scattered and have big families of their own. It saddens me sometimes to realise that eventually, there will be only me; I have no brothers or sisters, and my stepchildren are in England. If I outlive Trev, which I seriously hope I do not, I will be alone. I'm not much good on my own.
Oh, don't mind me - as I say, waxing melancholy. I can no more see the future than I can the living room floor at this point (all the decs are scattered hither and yon), but all I can do is just enjoy the time I have and find those sweet moments in them.
TheMuse has decreed that the rest of the year will be writing-free. I'm to concentrate on the holidays and enjoying them. I think he thinks that this fallow period will aid in The Big Push to finish editing the novel. I do have a ton of present making, so I'll still be creating stuff, and baking, which I love to do during this time of year.
We are really starting to worry about our taxes, but our county is very inflexible - we're hoping we can get an income tax refund in time and use that. I don't like betting on something like this, but that's the way we have to do it. Why they insist on forcing us to pay taxes at this time of year never ceases to bug me. They don't care about other items like vehicles and boats, but real estate is due December 31, with a final date of March 15. Now that our hours have been halved, it's going to be hard. Lots of pennies will be pinched in the next few months.
Well, we have jobs we like - that's something many can't say they have. We have one another, and three socially demanding cats, one ailing van and a decent home we love. On the upside, yeah. We're okay. And on rainy days like this, with the temp just barely above freezing, and the Christmas carols on the radio, the positives seem pretty good. Nat King Cole is singing about Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, and in spite of it all, it's all going to be alright.
PS, Sam Adams' seasonal beer 'Cherry Chocolate Bock' is awesome! I'm not usually one to like bock beer, but this is so cocoa-laden I can't help myself.
