Sunday, December 09, 2012

It's the 9th


Today's gift - a notebook with coloured pages. I love stationery, though this is almost too nice to use. We now have six reindeer and three trees on the calendar.


Pursuing her policy of opening the wrong parcel, Daughter 2 unwrapped this one yesterday...

 ... but got back on track this evening with this one.

We frequently pass my parents' house because it's on a nearby, unavoidable road. Since it sold, it's had a lot of things done to the outside: it now has a black door (rather funereal-looking) instead of a white one and the garden's been substantially changed, but it looks smart, which is good. Tonight there was a Christmas tree with uncoloured lights in the window . Mum and Dad's always had coloured lights - she wasn't so keen on the plain ones. I'm happy that the house is being cared for but it was quite painful to see the tree and know that Mum isn't going to have any more Christmasses.


This is a picture of Sirius licking Cassie. In their relationship he's always the licker and she's always the lickee. Not sure why. In love, there is always one who kisses and one who simply proffers the cheek. Or maybe he just thinks she could do with a wash.

3 comments:

Jennifer said...

Perhaps it's hard to see if a black cat actually needs a wash at all!

VioletSky said...

I love your last line zingers!
It is funny, but whenever I go past my mother's old house, I keep expecting to see changes, but there are few. The inside is probably quite different, though.

Thimbleanna said...

I hate change and especially when it happens to a favorite place. I have the same problem when I see the house my father grew up in -- the new owners have made dramatic changes to the outside, and while most of them are for the better, I still don't like them. I enjoy seeing your daily parade of goodies -- I'm thinking I should start this tradition with my children!