Notes from the holiday period
The mail comes with its own treasure trove, some days. Right now, all of my eBay purchases are safely stowed away, and we also received a gift card from the garage that replaced the air conditioning compressor on the Rogue. I don’t foresee a return to the facility, for any number of reasons, but it is the thought that counts.
The second day of festive foods; a large plate filled with tiny quiches. Quite good, actually. I really should pour myself a glass of bubbly (water), to quench the flames (joking; they were mild, and provided a sensible alternative to junk fodder).
This morning, I picked up a teddy bear from the middle of the living room. Figured our canine guest had forgotten it, and made a mental note to do a “return to sender”. Good thing I didn’t act on impulse, because the wee beastie actually lives here (not the loaner dog; the plush toy). I accept praise for my pick up and store instincts, in passing.
I belong to a couple of FB groups, where the photos posted from places that I used to live are ever so interesting. In large part, because of the flood of memories that are triggered. Why, that’s the little kid that used to live across the road! Little then, remembered as little. And four places over, in the back row, that girl from up the hill, that moved away. See what I mean. It is a good thing that the photos are “named”, because the memory tap doesn’t gush the way it used to.
