As is now emblematic of 2020, this morning was as weird as any other day of the year. Freight train winds rattled the house and frightened the dogs. Torrential rains melted the foot of snow that was on the ground and roofs yesterday. The little steam that feeds the pond is a raging torrent this morning and is swelling it up beyond it’s normal shores. I wouldn’t be surprised if the spring peepers woke up and started singing. Somehow the power hasn’t flickered and the internet connection is still intact. But yes, it’s more of the good old 2020 pandemonium rolling along.
But Camera Girl is un-phased. Potatoes are boiled and mashed. The roast and the ham are in the oven. The cakes and pies are baked. The kids’ presents are wrapped (I helped with that!). The rolls are baked, the side dishes are cooked and the house is clean. The various Christmas cookies are loaded into cookie jars and the table is set.
And right on cue the winds are dying down and the rain is down to a gentle tapping on the roofs. The kids will be here in a few hours and we’ll have some fun.
Wherever you are I hope you get at least a little enjoyment from Christmas 2020. These aren’t exactly the best of times but they are our times and we have to make of them what we can.
Merry Christmas to all of you folks out there and we’ll take what comes and try to make it better.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holy Days!
Right back at you Ric.