Mooo!

My favorite cow ornament.

Owing the Ghost

Herself is a trifle on the morbid side at times. While she fully intends to be here on this planet well into old age, she tries to plan ahead for all contingencies to ensure that life is as smooth and care-free as possible for those about whom she cares. In line with this train of thought, Herself periodically reminds her Beloved that if she should meet an untimely demise, he should in due course find a new wife.

It’s actually quite important to her that he knows he has her blessing to do so. She knows what he is like: how hard he works; how much he relies on her for so many of life’s necessities, including care of the children, maintenance of the household, and much more; and how much he needs a warm heart to listen to him, to laugh with him, and to scratch his head on occasion. It pains her to think of him without the consolation of a companion.

All that she asks is that he find someone who cares deeply for the Offspring, and for him. She does not want him to be held captive by her memory or feel any continuing obligation towards her. She hopes only that she is remembered fondly, and that the memory of her inspires those whom she has loved to reach out and love others. She says:

“You do not owe my ghost anything.”

Christmas Pig

Here is another of my favorite ornaments:  the wee little pig.  Egg-shaped, with tiny stubby legs, his bright pink snout and ears are very cheery on the tree.

Christmas past

We are putting up the Christmas tree.  Remarkably and mercifully, this effort has not generated any of the gnashing of teeth or squabbling as it has in years past.  The lights are on, the tinsel garland has been arranged, and the musical bears (loved by Offspring the third, although they set Herself's teeth on edge) have been installed amidst multiple reminders that permission must be gained before turning them on. 

I have found Herself's very first ornament.  The angel is missing one wing, but she still happily rides her green sleigh with her presents.  A red thread helps to display her on the tree.  She will be high up in the safety of the unreachable branches, and will gaze down upon us all.

Wheeeeeeee!

Happy new computer. Expect multiple blissful postings to ensue.

What A Piece of Junk!

Alas, my stalwart readers, computer difficulties have rendered posting relatively sparse.  My heartfelt apologies.  There has been much gnashing of teeth, attempts at repair/reboot/re-something which has led to nothing more than remorse for having purchased the wretched machine from a company that shall not be named, but whose name rhymes with Hell.  Appropriate, no? 

Never fear, hope is on the horizon.  Bear with us as we resolve and conquer!

Arf!