Weather Report: It Is Not Snowing!

I could think of nothing compelling enough to hitch up my pony Subaru and drive around in the pouring rain while dodging our preoccupied, hurrying populace hurtling along a kaleidoscope of Christmas and holiday errands. Yesterday and today have been productive for me, and yielded my own set of small personal and holiday pursuits; including yesterday's haircut (out in yesterday's pouring rain).

I'm settling in pretty well here at Marge's Quakertown home. Even got in a few licks on the Lenten canvas...

There's the candlelight service to get to tomorrow and an apple pie or apple crisp to put together. Some sweet potatoes await baking and enhancements. Marge's friends will show up sometime tomorrow afternoon for a couple overnights as they visit family here in Quakertown before leaving on Sunday morning. Wendy has been prepping the Roast Beast in her fridge for several days. I stopped there yesterday afternoon and the kitchen smelled wonderfully chocolatey as she worked at goat milk fudge.

My events of the fall are mending and will be alright with time, and the weekend's sad family news is gradually assimilating. There are hosts of good things to temper the difficult. Had I been one of the Syrians crawling under barb wire or clinging to a capsized boat or trudging down endless roads and pathways, I wouldn't see myself in the mirror tomorrow morning.

I'm saying thanks for a bounty of life and living...

Even the street has its moment...

Out Marge's front porch...that's my pony hitched up in front.

Marge's Christmas tree...

Merry Christmas to all!

and 

To All a Good Night!