I'm supposed to be on a break, but you know how much I love donkeys so when I saw this picture I just had to post it here.
I hope it will add one more SMILE to your holidays.
One day, a few years back, I found these little houses in a local thrift store. My village has a feed store, a fire house and, as every village should, it has a church. I added some of my Swedish tomtar, who don't really like to be called gnomes, but there you are. The little animals that so wisely gathered outside the feed store, I purchased from the gift shop I managed, years ago, at the Donkey Rescue. The runner was embroidered by my grandmother.
The Christmas table cloth was also made by my grandmother, my dad's mom. Joyce gave me the amaryllis four years ago. It's done with blooming.
Among my gifts behind the amaryllis is a gift bag from Walmart Pickup. I love it, a Walmart Pickup swag bag! I haven't looked inside, there are probably lots of promotions and ads in there, but it made me smile.
Then Christina emailed yesterday to let me know there would be a Christmas concert at Konserthuset in Stockholm at 9:00 a.m. PT. It was fun to listen to.
A Wonderful Holiday Season
I may take off until 2021
Happy New Year!
Our entire canyon road has double yellow lines, so cars are not allowed to pass. I usually drive the Jeep at about 45 mph in the canyon. When someone who is in a hurry or just wants to drive the 55 mph speed limit comes up behind me, I rather pull over and let them pass than feel their frustrations building up behind me.
Some people give me a grateful wave as they pass, others do nothing.
Yesterday, on my way to town, I pulled over for a woman driver with a car full of kids.
After she passed me, she turned on her emergency blinkers and the rear of her car was happily blinking a "Thank You!" for as long as she saw the Jeep and me in her rear view mirror.
This made me so happy, made the rest of my day happy, made me grin, as the saying goes, from ear to ear.
I met Fran through Errol, who many years ago built an addition to her house that became her art studio. Fran was a talented artist, but then she was so much more. Fran was an original, a unique woman, she was generous, always helpful and kind.
Best of all, Fran had a wonderful sense of humor, she was funny in an entirely original way. After Fran read some of my posts here, she became interested in blogging and soon started her own fishducky, finally blog. There she shared brilliant stories from her life and cheered her followers up with lots of funny posts.
Once upon a time, Fran decided our well-known old fairy tales needed a do-over to better fit in the modern world. And what hilarious makeovers many of them got in a book called Fishducky's Fables.
Fran once showed me pictures of what she and her kids did to their VW bus. They painted it! I don't remember exactly how it looked, but Fran and her kids painted the entire bus in fun patterns and colors. I can only imagine the joy this would bring to a child.
Fran was a talented artist and for a long time I posted pictures of her art here on my blog.
After her husband, Bud, died, Fran moved to an assisted living facility. I kept in contact with her through her son, Blake.
While there, for some reason, with no Irish heritage that I know of, Fran began to write limericks. And then, according to her, she couldn't contain herself, so the limericks kept coming from her forever brilliant mind and wonderfully mad sense of humor.
I have three sets of her limericks. I will treasure them for as long as I live.
I also have copies of her pen and ink drawings and a mirror, set in a most original frame that she created. I treasure everything she gave me.
Here are few samples of Fran's art:
I love you.
This morning early, while still dark, I light three Advent candles and take a moment to think about the meaning of this season.
This has been posted previously at this time of the year.
It looks like I always revert to my Swedish roots, beginning in mid-December.
I guess this is because my mom and dad made Christmas so very special and joyful. Here they are, newly married, wrapping their presents.
In our home, each package had a verse attached to it. The verse had clues to make you guess what was inside. The ribbons, tied around the packages, were secured and stamped with bright red sealing wax. Both my parents were good writers and my dad excelled at these Christmas poems.
I remember the wonderful spirit of Christmas, which was a time of harmony and love, perhaps not always present during the rest of the year. At least not to that extent.
So I like to wander back there in my mind this time of the year.
For the rest of the year I'm pretty much an American.
I hope you will find something to enjoy in my holiday season posts.
While Faith has that strong me first personality when it comes to living in a two-dog household, there's another, much deeper side to her.
Faith is a dog, yes, but she's also my best friend. Living here together during these unprecedented times, we've grown even closer. Faith sleeps on my bed, where she has her own blankie. She has several blankies, they are soft.
This is how I introduced her on my blog: