Here are a few of my favorite online haunts:
[This is the site I visit to fantasize about
living in Toronto again, which is almost
day during the winter]
Jonathan Cainer's Zodiac Forecasts
[This is where I visit in the morning, when
I need a positive spin on things past, present
[This is where I go to see what Canadians
are up to, sometimes I even buy things from
the businesses listed there.]
Environment Canada Weather
[This is the site I visit every morning,
and before every road trip during the winter]
Time is slipping by unnoticed. We are busy with the little things. Little things that seem of no particular consequence at the time, but accumulate slowly to form the solid stuff of a happy life.
The Christmas shopping is done. The packages to the United States have been mailed, and received at the other end well before Christmas. The remainders of the gifts lie quietly in the corner of the bedroom, awaiting bright wrap and decorative bows.
Mist is in for a wonderful surprise on Christmas morning. Last Christmas our friend Sherry gave her a Christmas package. In it were many things she completely ignored. The one thing that captured Mist’s imagination was a little blue foam ball. She had only been living with us for a few months, and we had not seen her play. The blue ball changed all that. That ball was batted around endlessly, providing many happy hours for Mist. One day we noticed that it was gone. We searched everywhere, no ball to be found. There will be a small bright package for Mist under the tree this year. It will contain a little blue foam ball.
We love "real" Christmas trees. Perhaps our attachment stems from the visual warmth and scented peace we felt as children, when the only type of Christmas tree to be easily had was freshly cut. The trees need special care and attention, they must remain well watered. Even when well cared for, they soon begin to flag and drop their needles. This year we will put the tree up late in the season, to extend its life into the New Year.
I do not mind waiting to put up the Christmas Tree. However, I crave the lights. Last weekend Attila strung the outdoor lights across the Junipers in the front garden. They are a treat to the eye. Attila, knowing how much I enjoy the lights, presented me with a new set of indoor lights to be garlanded across the front window.
The set he brought home just covered the top of the window frame. After sitting with it for a while, I wanted more. Off I went to the store, while Attila hammered in additional fasteners down the sides of the window frame. Minutes after I returned we were settled down in our easy chairs admiring the full display. I like to turn them on in the mornings as well; they add such cheer to the long dark hours before dawn.
We had expected to spend the Christmas holiday quietly, by ourselves. The situation has changed however, and two of our three collective children will be here Christmas Eve, with their spouses. An event not to be taken for granted. Our plans and preparations for a splendid turkey dinner have begun.
This does work out very well for Christmas Day. Attila and I will quietly enjoy each other's (and Mist’s) company. The Christmas Day feast will be waiting for us in the refrigerator, ready to be heated and enjoyed with little effort.
The weather has been alternately Christmas-like (snow) and spring-like (rain). A few days of the former, then a few days of the latter. In Southern Ontario, you never know what weather you will end up with on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. We always hope for clear road conditions; that is our only real concern in regards to the weather. Our children will be travelling the roads, along with thousands and thousands of other holiday journeyers. The best gift is that they all arrive, safe and sound.
|RECIPES :: Cast
By the Easy Chair
Spirits in the Wires
by Charles De Lint
The Holly and the Ivy
Clare College Choir
Wind: W 22 km/h
Barometric: 100.46 kPa
Sunrise 7:50 AM EST
Sunset 4:51 PM EST