Hi SillyGeezer.
I had a pretty nice Christmas. I read the Word at 12 noon Mass, and thanked God for all my blessings. I received some very nice gifts from my friends at work, rose scented lotions, a beautiful cross on a silver chain and from my Hindu friend Hina, a lovely silver bracelet that has a tiny box with christian symbols on it that opens. You are supposed to write your prayers on a paper and fold it to put in the little box. I believe it might be likened to the Jewish mezuza, which is a cylindrical container with a prayer inside it. It reminds one to think of their prayers and God. I also received a Smores Kit. For those who don't know, a
smore is two graham crackers, a piece of chocolate and a marshmallow. It is like a sandwhich, which when heated to the proper temp is exquisitely delicious! It came in what looks like a paint can. Very cool gift. Since I just bought a used car, my boss gave me a 95 piece safety kit that has everything from a flashlight to a blanket to a tow rope and emergency glow sticks. I thought it amusing for I don't drive anywhere but two miles to the grocery store, but one never knows when it might be useful.
I shared a lovely roast chicken w/all the trimmings with my dog, Hunter. Then I went out to feed the cats and the rabbit and
promptly locked myself out of the house! Only me!
What a dope! So there I was in the cold, with a couple of glasses of wine under my belt, trying to "jimmy" the door locks, to no avail. I finally remembered that I had taken the screen off the kitchen window and proceeded to get two ladders. I mounted the first ladder and got on the first roof. I pulled up the bigger aluminum ladder and positioned it to attempt to get to the second roof. (
aluminum ladders, very, very shakey!)Then I noticed that all the beautiful trees I enjoy looking at from my kitchen window, were now great long armed obstacles that were literally beating the daylights out of me as I tried to climb up.(
funny how your perception can change) I finally got to the window, opened it up and spoke to the dog, " It's only me Hunter boy. It is mommy. Good boy, good boy." Once inside I had a good laugh at my stupidity and forgetfulness. Thank goodness nobody called the police for a "break and entry". So much for the neighborhood watch!
In the end it was a lovely day and humorous to boot!
Joyfully absent minded,
Martha