Enjoy yourselves...

It's pecan time! Need I say more?

I've been working on some craft items for the family for Christmas. I wish I could bang them out quickly but it takes me a long time to decide what direction I want to take. It has always been that way with most of my creative endeavors.

I am savoring Steinbeck's rich story "East of Eden". Everything about that story speaks to me.
Thankfully I have my own copy now.

My mother was visiting again this weekend. We shopped, we ate, we watched "Leatherheads".
This week we head there for Thanksgiving staying Wednesday through Sunday. Critical mass is about to be reached I think.

My son informed me last Friday night as we wheeled into our little town about 9:30 after having been to the great Metropolis that we should set our alarm clocks and get up at midnight and go for a drive. I said " Like a road trip?" to which he replied yes, if that meant a drive to anywhere just to get out of town and have a change of scenery and get crazy. I think I have a kid who needs a very strenuous sport or mental challenge to keep him from having that pent up energy that can get a kid in trouble. I recognized it immediately from my own youthful days/daze.

I really wish I could meet a guy who could give me a backrub every day. And by backrub, I mean a serious massage that involves me not having any dialogue, that he would not get tired and he knew what he was doing. I think I would be very happy with that.

We have snow, 38 degrees and wind up to 40 miles an hour outside. Guess who bought tickets to the local university football game today? (hand smacking against forehead sound)

I am getting over the time change. It doesn't matter if it's lose an hour or gain an hour, it still kicks my butt. Daylight at 6:15, I like but dark at 5:15, not so much. I feel myself turning slowly into Ms. Hibernating Bear.

Tonight I fixed a pot of black eyed peas and rice, nicely spiced and full of my garden fresh sweet and hot peppers and tomatoes I had canned. It all was accompanied by a skillet of homemade cornbread. The peas were what my brother grew for Bush- the cannery, not Dubya.

Anne, I ordered the cheese making kit for my nephew and his wife for Christmas. It came today with a smiley face pumpkin sticker on the outside of the box. I like doing business with those folks!

Today at 3:05 pm I remembered my dream from last night. I dreamed I was seeing into my grandmother's plate glass window to see the kitchen table where her purse was and I saw a light from another room switch on, shining light onto the table which made me feel good in the dream to know she was "home".
In the same dream, my dad was having a conversation with me as he might have back about 10 or 15 years ago. He was standing beside me and his body movements, tone of voice and conversation style were like back then. He seemed so at ease. I wish I could remember what he was talking about....
I don't have dreams like those- so clear and precise, very often. They could be be signs or it could just be memories drifting to the surface. I don't really care.

I am pretty sure America will have a set of new but equally disturbing problems but then again, that's just my cynical point of view and I'm going to try being positive in my approach. I am neither Republican nor Democrat all the time. I don't think either candidate was the ticket for what ails us.

Going to head to my home town this weekend and check out my dad's headstone that was set this week. My mom was sure not ready for that.