It’s 5 a.m. and I can’t sleep. I awoke from a dream of being on a secret mission in Africa that was so real I was surprised to wake up in my own bed! Yet in my dream all I could think about was getting back to my blog and, would I be able to write about this. That shows you how much blogging has taken over my life!
I haven’t been able to get on the computer for days, partly due to the activities of the holiday and partly due to a malfunction with the keyboard. I could turn the computer on but I couldn’t type! Gus fussed with it yesterday morning and I’m finally back in business.
I stepped outside for a few minutes this morning with my steaming cup of tea. A crescent moon hangs brightly over Mt. Fagan in a star studded sky. The air is cool but not cold. I am comfortable in my bathrobe. A shooting star crosses the eastern horizon before burning out. Overhead the big dipper is upended and spilling stardust across the velvet sky.
A few Christmas lights are still on, outlining the roofs of neighboring homes. I am a sucker for Christmas lights, though I have none displayed outside my own house. Still, I love to see them. Inside the house my new artificial tree is glowing, along with my lighted Christmas Village. Though I profess to love the west the best, my Christmas village belies my New England Heritage. Complete with a steepled white church, a gazebo and stone bridge, I bought the pieces a few years ago where they adorned the mantel over my fireplace in Utah. It always reminds me of my Nana’s house on the green in Colchester.
When we moved here we downsized and, as a result, I have no ledges or mantels to arrange my little New England village on. I didn’t even pull it out this year until last Thursday night, when I decided to see if it would look right atop my kitchen cupboards. Amazingly, it did, and when I was done, I was quite please with the result, though I paid for it with bruises when I misjudged the step down onto the step ladder from off the counter-top. My bifocals had slid down my nose and, as a result, the step appeared closer than it actually was. I now have a nice scrap atop my right foot and a bruise the length and half the width of a dollar bill on the inside of my right knee. I could take a photo to show you, but some things are best left to the imagination.
This will be my first Christmas without any of my children around. It has made me a bit melancholy and nostalgic. I am amazed at the memories that rush to my brain when I stop long enough to let them come. As a result, I’ve written a Christmas story to be posted here on Christmas Eve. I hope you will come back and enjoy reading it. For now, it’s time to get on with the Adventures of Mom and our visit to Butterfly Magic!