Friday, December 24, 2010
It was appropriate that the sun came out to celebrate Arden's birthday. Having put in an appearance, however, it ducked back behind thick cloud cover while we were scarfing hamburgers and onion rings at Bones and catching up on news. It was great to spend time with my friend.
No one comes here after dark, so it was alarming when I saw headlights coming up the drive last night. Even more heart-thumping was that they stopped halfway and didn't come on up. Hmmm...someone lost? Someone reconnoitering? What's up with that? Bess was sounding the alarm, and I was waiting and watching. Finally, lights blazing, the UPS truck roared up the final half of the drive and The Man in Brown came bouncing up. Bessie convinced him to put the package down on the stoop; we wished each other happy holidays and off he went. A la "The Music Man," I always think of the UPS truck as The Wells-Fargo Wagon Is A'comin', and it's very exciting..."and it's bringing something just for me!" There is no indication of the sender on the box, but I'm going to wait until Sunday to open it and find out...but I really, really want to!
It's Christmas Eve for the rest of the world, even for Marko, who is home from Wake Island for the holidays. My nephew, Phil, is back in Africa, after making it home for Thanksgiving. He's a long way from home and family now. Here on Farview Farm, we're still in a holding pattern, and hope that Santa understands.