Tuesday is here and with it comes a winter chill. Our heater is on in this tiny cottage we are in. The cottage is small, but toasty. So many of the houses I have lived in have been cold houses that never warmed up until after SPRING. I have wanted a warm house in the winter for years. Praise GOD...we have heat.
Son went back to Saint Louis early this morning riding a train. I was able to tell him my good-bye the night before because he was to get up at 3:30 in the morning, pack, get ready, then be driven to Topeka to catch the train.
Dear Hubby took him to Topeka, I slept like a baby. After waking up, it's potty break time. I take my morning meds and as I'm waiting for 30 minutes to pass before drinking coffee, I figure my day by jotting down notes to remind me of what I need to get done plus what I hope to get done.
As I waited, I looked through a huge notebook with notes about my Dad's family. Genealogy notes. It took three cups of coffee to get through this. Dad loved studying about his roots, but stopped taking notes back in 2003. He told me once that he thought I'd be the one to carry on with studying.
I took a picture DAD had drawn as a child, an old popcorn pan he used and a wooden duck he made years before with me to the Visitation where there was a table to show items about him, pictures, etc. The old popcorn pan is one he used to fix old fashioned popcorn every Sunday evening just before we watched television as a family. Mom told us that her Mother had given the pan to them so it was probably over a hundred years old. I had no idea it was that old.
Sunday night television was 'Bonanza' which was a hit with us as well as the Sunday night Movies.
We'd have Pepsi and popcorn. I looked forward to Pepsi once a week. This was a treat. These days soda is way too easy to get our hands on to drink as it is easy to purchase. I believe I need to go back to the day when I only drank iced down soda once a week from a tall glass. Popcorn still is a favorite.
I worked on paying bills, folding some bedding, talking to the LORD and eating afternoon spaghetti dumped from a can. Spaghetti from a can...isn't that disgusting? I have a new range and don't know how to use it yet. Don't know where the new pans are. Still reading the literature. I know with some will power I will be using the new stove in no time.
Took a short nap today as I was getting the afternoon tireds. Woke just as my Husband got HOME from work. He told me my car is dead again. We are having a time with Lilly. That's what I call her, Lilly short for our old Lincoln. He has installed two new batteries already and changed out the alternator.
I asked him what does the booklet say might be wrong with it.....take to shop. What does the internet say about it? A cousin thought it might be a trunk light causing problems. So, I suppose we will have to check that puppy out.
When trying to wake myself up, I had to process thoughts about the dynamics of my Family now. I'm not sure how my Mom will take my Father's death in the long run. I'm not sure how this will affect my sister and brothers. I am concerned.
Tonight, I will continue to rest, work on papers and tink about our little cottage. We are crammed in here like sardines at the moment.
I do have some CHRISTMAS cards to fill out. They may not go out until the new year. That little boxed CHRISTMAS tree over by the television set is staring at me as I type. It needs some attention. I really am craving CHRISTMAS music...like I'm Dreaming Of A White CHRISTMAS. This was one song I sang to my dying Dad.
I'm not much of a singer, but I am dreaming of a white CHRISTMAS...just like the ones I use to know. Where the tree tops glisten and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow....
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
"May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
With every Christmas card I write
"May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
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