Beneath the Wraps

 I just received a call from someone  I will be having lunch with on Friday.   She said that two dogs showed up in her yard -  one a Great Dane mix and the other a Pit Bull Mix.   She said the two dogs are well cared for and  probably their owner must be frantic.   She was calling to find out if I could post the info on facebook.   With some struggle, I finally landed on a Tri City page.   Close enough.   Now my info is pending.   I hope the dogs and owners are reunited soon. I should ask her to take a picture to post. She is technically challenged and probably doesn't know how.   Her husband will.

  When it is near Christmas there are occasional stands or trucks parked selling oranges.   I hadn’t noticed tamales offered in the past but along with the oranges there have been vendors pushing tamales.           When we saw Freaky Friday we had stopped off at a Mexican kitchen in Roseburg and that is what Richard had ordered.   He was disappointed with the results and thus reluctant to buy from vendors - though it does seem to interest him.           We were surprised when Domingo and Maddie showed up on our doorstep sharing their tradition of warm tamales.   A dozen freshly made tamales.   It’s been eons since I’ve had tamales.   They taste delicious.   Thank you for that share.  

             Well maybe not every sticker . . . but perhaps one day it will.           I don’t know how long ago it was   when Jaime gave me a tablet that she had collected from another.   She gave it to me so that I could replace my kindle.   Truth is I used them both simultaneously.   I would play on one while the other charged.   I don’t know how old either product was, but my kindle outlasted the tablet.   And then Richard purchased a new tablet for me.   On Christmas morning I received a skin to protect my tablet.   Along with the plain skin was a set of stylists and several stickers which I could decorate my tablet skin.    These are the stickers I chose. I definitely wanted the landscape in jar.   It fits my personality.   The coloring app that I currently use contains several choices that combine outlined pages with a mysterious inside...

                  I n the beginning we had exchanged Christmas gifts with all three boys and their children.   That seemed to taper off as it never seemed important to our eldest or youngest – but we still exchange gifts with the one who lives in Utah still.   This year they decided that all of our gifts should be themed.   So of course Richard’s gifts were superhero themed, Jai was Beetlejuice and for me they decided to do a peanuts theme.   Each of us received a deck of cards and travel throw blankets.   I had also received a neck pillow and a small peanuts scene which I will display next year. They did send Jaime on gift that was NOT a part of any theme;  the movie “Klaus” as it is her favorite.   Richard and I had also contributed to the Bettlejuice theme.   She also received two calendars featuring Coraline (from them) and The nightmare Before Christmas (from us)

 I have several posts in the making.  None yet complete.  Tradition on Christmas morning is to open our stockings first. Santa Jaime had been filling them ever since they were hung. She had asked what I wanted for Christmas.  I told her a package of fuzzy socks would be good. She stuffed my sock full of fuzzy socks.   The scarf, gloves, earmuffs and scrunchies came later.  

After a month of mostly dismal weather,  we were blessed with sunshine  on Christmas day!   Alexa says it is only 45 degrees outside.   It feels much warmer.

  I have always had poor sleeping habits – ALWAYS Well, perhaps I did okay in the hospital right after I was born. Mom says I was always asleep.   Every time she wanted to hold me I was asleep.   She said I was never awake during my time at the hospital and says that after she brought me home I was awake for the next five years.   Slight exaggeration – but not much. Mom said they had gone to San Francisco during a four day weekend. Keith was just a newborn.   He always slept.   He was a good sleeper. Actually quite the opposite of me. Mom said I was awake the entire time during the drive there and when they stopped at a hotel to get some rest, they really didn’t as one of them had to stay awake with me to make certain I didn’t take off or play in the toilet or whatever they thought they needed to stay awake with me for. Mom said I finally killed over one afternoon in San Francisco. Everybody else moved into the kitchen an...