Barbara J. Hamby

Leftovers

This Christmas is a day of leftovers. We are stuck with leftover snow and ice to keep us inside. Because we haven’t been out for a week, we will eat leftovers for dinner, but fairly high-class leftovers—definitely nutritious. I’ll try to make an interesting dessert, anyway.

This morning I enjoyed the travel journals left over from our trip to Maui and the Caribbean cruise. I could almost feel the hot sun and the cool breezes bending the palm trees.

I caught a Frankie Valli performance with the Four Seasons and a number of famous ice skaters on television later. I looked him up on Wikipedia and learned he’s only five years younger than I am. That makes me feel like a slouch. He looks his age, but doesn’t sound it.

There are still flurries of mixed snow and rain visible out the window from time to time with a background of white snow on rooftops and muddy snow and ice on the ground.

For additional entertainment and limited exercise during this confinement, I’ve chased down and killed at least a dozen large ants seeking shelter in our apartment. When the thaw comes, we’ll have to have the management call the exterminators.

My son called and offered to take me grocery shopping and I told him that, if we can’t get out by Saturday, I’ll give him a call. We had a nice long visit on the phone. My daughter has called nearly every day to let me know how they’re getting along. Floyd’s daughter called this afternoon also to check on us and make a date to get together later after the thaw.

I hope all of you who’ve begged for a White Christmas over the years are happy now and enjoying it. I would have preferred not to get all the snow saved up on one Christmas, but we have to take what we’re given.