Christmas Books

The Christmas Cobwebs by Odds Bodkin
Spirit Child A Story of the Nativity by John Bierhorstill; by Barbara Cooney :)
The Angel of Mill Street by Frances Ward Weller
Silver Packages by Cynthia Rylant
Apple Tree Christmas by Trinka Hakes Noble
Merry Christmas, Strega Nona by Tomie dePaola
The Legend of the Candy Cane by Lori Walburg
The Attic Christmas by B.G. Hennessy

More Books....

The Miracle of Saint Nicholas by Gloria Whelan
Christmas Tapestry by Patricia Polacco (an absolute favorite)
Holly Claus The Christmas Princess  by Brittney Ryan
Guess Who's coming to Santa's for Dinner? by Tomie       dePaola
Welcome Comfort by Patricia Polacco

Tonight we shall trim the tree!

Books....

We pulled out the Christmas books and hit the library.  So far we've read:

Christmas in the Country by Cynthia Rylant
An Orange for Frankie by Patricia Polacco
Santa Claws: A Scary Christmas to All by Laura Leuck
Who's That Knocking on Christmas Eve by Jan Brett
Home for Christmas by Jan Brett
Christmas Mouseling by Dori Chaconas
A Cowboy Christmas: The Miracle at Lone Pine Ridge by Audrey Wood

We're finishing up The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate by Jacqueline Kelly

I'm reading A Glass of Blessings by Barbara Pym

BG constantly has her nose buried in a Warrior book.  How many are there?

Abby finished the final Unfortunate Events book and is now reading The Wolves of Willoughby Chase by Joan Aiken.

Off to read some more Christmas books.

Health

For me: I finally had to make an appointment for another endoscopy with dilation. My esophageal stricture has been getting worse and worse. This meant that first I had to see my regular doctor, get a blood test and then get the endoscopy done. So far, nothing has been covered under my insurance policy meaning nothing has even applied toward my $5,000. deductible. I'm keeping my fingers crossed about the endoscopy. They also took a couple biopsies since my esophagus was more red and inflamed than 3 years ago when I had it done. $$$$$ Plus, they want to prescribe Nexium (I haven't tried that one yet). I hear it's expensive, and I have no prescription coverage.

For Tim: His 'annual' 3 year check up resulted in a blood test, an MRI for his back (to compare with the last one in '08), a trip to the cardiologist, and a sleep study test. Fortunately, his insurance, while not as good as it used to be, is far better than mine.

The joys of being over 50, I guess. It's the only time I'm cognitively aware of my age - at the doctor's office.

Looking Back Over 2011

A little late, no doubt, when most people look back over the previous sometime in January. Still, March is pretty good for me. And by looking back, I mean the important things! Books that were read.

January

The Tale of Oat Cake Crag by Susan Wittig Albert

The Shooting in the Shop by Simon Brett

Grace Will Lead Me Home by Katherine Valentine

On a Wing and a Prayer by Katherine Valentine

Halloween Party by Agatha Christie (for the 7th or 8th time)

Three Act Tragedy by Agatha Christie

February

The Boomerang Clue by Agatha Christie

The Third Jesus: The Christ We Cannot Ignore by Deepak Chopra

March

Hmmm..... I'm sure I read something....

April

The Saturday Big Tent Wedding Party by Alexander McCall Smith

The Earth Path by Starhawk

A Lesson in Secrets by Jacqueline Winspear

May

As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

The Spiral Dance by Starhawk

Claude and Camille: A Novel of Monet by Stephanie Cowell

Aunt Dimity Down Under by Nancy Atherton

June

Busy out of doors, I guess.

July

The Fountain Overflows by Rebecca West

The Gospel According to Biff by Christopher Moore

August

Wild Strawberries by Angela Thirkell

In the Company of Others by Jan Karon

Less Than Angels by Barbara Pym

Death in Five Boxes by Carter Dickson

Sparkling Cyanide by Agatha Christie

September

Jane and Prudence by Barbara Pym

A Graveyard to Let by Carter Dickson

Left to Tell by Immaculee Ilibagiza

October

Death in a White Tie by Ngaio Marsh

Drood by Dan Simmons

Led by Faith by Immaculee Ilibagiza

November

Bishop of Rwanda by John Rucyahana

An Ordinary Man: An Autobiography by Paul Rusesabagina

December

Friends at Thrush Green by Miss Read

No Holly for Miss Quinn by Miss Read

Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves by P. G. Wodehouse

High Rising by Angela Thirkell

The Fountain Overflows was a very pleasant surprise. None of the books was very taxing; my brain wasn't up to handling too much, and this list reflects that. The books about the Rwandan Genocide were very difficult to read. For weeks I found myself thinking about the tragedy - especially at night. Tim then read them, and that led to quite a few discussions, usually at night. Why do we always get into these deep, disturbing conversations at night? I've been wanting to watch Hotel Rwanda and Sometimes in April. After watching them I can make a better decision about Abra viewing them.

This list feels incomplete. I'm sure there were some other Christie books and such that I never listed. I have an almost complete list of our read alouds. That's another post.

Feeling Alone

There's no reason for me to feel alone. Husband, daughters. Usually it's all I need. Then somedays. It's just not enough. I remember having friends. I think maybe I can do it again. I try. Try it on little by little. A little bit doesn't feel too bad. Then add a little bit more. Then I feel it. The pretense. The dishonesty. Then the emotional roller coaster starts up again. I physically feel it. Emotionally feel it. It doesn't work. Sad, so conflicted, verging on depression.

So I leave it behind. Yet again. Then starts the recovery process. Digging myself out of this dark hole I intentionally put myself in again. I think. Why do I do this? I know how it turns out. Where is my spot? I want to find my personal, intimate spot. I know where it isn't. That must be half the search, right?

That was just for me.

Onwards. The weather is cold. The air has that biting, stinging cold feel in it. Little ice specks touch your face. It's warm inside. A lazy Sunday morning. Listening to John Anderson, Michael Buble, Frank Sinatra, Johnny Horton. Music the entire family agrees on. Biscuits in the oven. Hashbrowns on the stove. Sausage in the skillet. Soon there will be gravy. It makes me feel warm, content. A cozy kitchen full of homey smells. I ask my mom, "enough flour", "more milk", "think it's ready yet". I listen very intently for her voice. I can still hear it. I hope to never forget it. I will bury myself in my home and forget all else. For today.

Harvest Time

Harvest time.  Tim warned me the other night that it was getting to be that time.  Pears, plums, tomatoes, peppers, then a little later grapes and apples.  Do I know what I'm going to with the produce, where should he put it, and when should he start picking?


Secretly, I wish it would all go away.  I'm tired.  Worn out.  Burned out.  I've been at this for years.  Every summer.  In the hot kitchen, made all the hotter because usually two burners on the stove are going, peeling, cutting, filling, cooking, cleaning, back feeling like it's breaking.  I've done my share.  I've lived simply, worked with our earth, grown and produced much of our food.  I'm ready for my little cottage by the ocean with fireplace and bookcase and comfy over-stuffed chair.


But....  then I remember how it feels to look in my cupboard and see it full of food we have produced.  From little, tiny seeds to jars full of healthy, life-giving food.  How it feels to grab a jar from the shelf, pop open the lid and smell the smell of our hard work and reward.  And how I enjoy secretly laughing at the people running to the store in that God awful traffic just to pick up something.  I've already got it.  All natural.  Nothing toxic.  Didn't get shipped thousands of miles.  Didn't cause any pollution.  And how I was blessed with the opportunity of getting my hands dirty, seeing dirt under my nails, smelling that sensual, earthy smell on my hands.  How I had that time in the morning while weeding to talk out loud to God with no-one listening.  Except the neighbor having his early morning cigarette who probably already thinks I'm a total whack job.  It's is absolutely amazing how many problems you can solve while getting your hands dirty.


So.  I will find some energy that's been hiding away and tackle the harvest.  My kitchen will be the heart beat of my home.  The floor will be dirty and sticky.  I will be hot and sweaty and achy and tired (I'm that anyway).  I will stir prayers into my preserved food.  I will watch my cupboards fill up with food. It will mark the end of the old year.  And I will look forward to my time of rest.