Raw Air
As I shook several rugs out I couldn’t believe how raw the air felt. I took the broom out and worked at getting some of the pine needles and pine cones away from the back door that is on the east side of the house. The evergreen tree is on the northwest corner of our home. Winds have a way of decorating. I couldn’t help but notice how much dirt has parked itself on the house siding. Again . . . a present from the howling winds of Wednesday night.
It was time for hair cuts at the Curry Comb this afternoon. There were wings of hair sticking out here and there. Some mornings are challenging enough without bed-hair that can only be controlled by sticking my head under the kitchen faucet and grabbing a brush.
It is a dose of reality when I am reminded that Christmas is eight days away. We are not in a panic as Dennis knows no one goes away from our home hungry. I may have a bit of a job jar handy as well. I hope no one puts stress upon themselves. The reason for the season is the birth of our Savior Jesus. Anything else is secondary.
The weekend is right around the corner. For Dennis and myself we need to remind ourselves what day of the week it is. We have been known to have lost a day or two and then scramble to check our cell phones.
Supper is chicken titties, carrots and mashed potatoes. Stay comfortable as our bodies acclimate to the real deal . . . winter.