Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Frank fancies himself a better decorator than I and has been busily rearranging ornaments on the living room tree. Resting from his labors and well satisfied with himself, he lies under the tree with the twinkling lights reflected in his eyes. He's like an ornament himself.
Our delayed celebration has put me completely out of sync with the rest of the world. I've got to get a move on if I'm going to have anything ready to give to those who stick to the calendar!