The beginnings of ice on the Portage Canal
I am perhaps moving this blog in a different direction for awhile, my dear loyal readers. Today I wrote three blogs and tossed two of them away. Even though they were both engaging, they felt cumbersome.
I shan’t tell you exactly what’s different.
You can guess, if you’re so inspired.
Yesterday, Barry and I traveled to Houghton to begin our Christmas shopping. We do not like to shop, yet we adore our loved ones for whom we shopped.
We paused for drink and dinner.
We paused and toasted the beginning of the holiday season.
Today is the first day of Christmas, December 1st!
Last night a coyote howled outside our bedroom window. We startled in our sleep at the closeness of the yipping, the howling.
Barry simultaneously dreamed a coyote stalked his dream.
I haven’t gone outside all day–yet.
All day I stalked your blogs and read, and read, and read.
I feel like our lives intersect.
I feel like Christmas shall arrive soon.
Shall we be ready this 2013 year? How are you preparing for the upcoming holidays?
What happened with you on the first day of Christmas?