Note to self

Pay attention–the month is hurrying by!

There is a lot to do (and none of it includes going to a mall) in December.

I am reading a little poetry:

Heap on more wood!–the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.

(Sir Walter Scott, from “Marmion”)

Doing a little cross stitch.


Looking at the tree (again).


Enjoying the decorations that I’ve taken such care to arrange.


Reading a really good book: The Pied Piper written in 1942 by Nevil Shute. This is a riveting story about an old Englishman who agrees to take two children out of France in 1940 as the Nazis are invading and ends up with a whole passel of children. Good stuff.


Getting the house ready for daughters #1 and #2 who will arrive in the next week.


But I still need to watch all my favorite Christmas movies. Time is running out! So far, unbelievably, I have watched nary a one. I have been thwarted a couple of times. I am hoping to lasso the boy into watching one of my most favorite with me: Three Godfathers. And I still need to watch old #1 (in VistaVision):


I also need to drive around and look at all the (oh so) tasteful light displays there are in this flyover town:

What the heck?!

What the heck?!

And, of course, trying to focus on the real reason for the season.


The glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. Isaiah 40:5