Barbara J. Hamby

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White Christmas

For years I’ve always dreamed of a wet Christmas, because I knew the odds were that’s what we’d get. But this year we got a white Christmas--the best kind. It snowed enough to make everything look pretty and melted off before it got dangerous. It started to snow just before Noon as I left to go swimming so I got to watch the ground turn white through the glass doors at the pool. Driving home it was just slushy.

Monday we had brunch with my daughter and son and their spouses and they all came here for a several hour visit around the fireplace afterwards. My son’s big dog Handsome came along and seemed to have as much fun as anyone else.

Yesterday we had a great dinner with part of Floyd’s family. I couldn’t do justice to all the good food, but enjoyed as much as I could. Floyd made up the difference.

Last night he started coughing and woke up feeling lousy this morning, so we decided not to go out to the Christmas dinner at his oldest daughter’s house. We toasted ourselves by a fire and watched the snow when I got back from my swim.

I hadn’t planned to cook a dinner today, so I assembled an unusually tasty group of leftovers from the refrigerator into a chicken stew. Years ago I called such creations “refrigerator roulette.” This one was a lucky choice. Floyd watched the Trail Blazers win their eleventh game in a row, this time against Seattle.

I’m stuck with Christmas cookies and chocolates I planned to take to the Christmas dinner; so I had to eat some of those. Oh, well, I’ll swim faster tomorrow.

A long nap contributed to the laid back, relaxing day. Floyd’s feeling better tonight, as evidenced by a good appetite.

Happy Holidays!