Monday, December 28, 2015
I haven't seen Kinks for some time now and feel he's gone to Mouse Heaven. Two new identifiables are on scene: China, whose eyes are almond shaped instead of seed-bead round, and Hunch, who eats his grain with his head hunched down between his shoulder blades in a way that's all his own. The goats pay no-never-mind to my head gear, but when I've got a stocking cap jammed under my hoodie, the mice all stop to look, sometimes running away as if they'd seen a monster. Myself, I just avoid mirrors.
Given the on-again, off-again plans for Christmas, I decided I could open the gift from Santa that had been left in the mailbox. It was a brand new Zippo lighter. There's only one secret Santa that recently has watched me struggle with lighters that either wouldn't light at all or raised calluses because of multiple necessary flicks. Thank you, Linda. I also owe gratitude to Kathy V., who sent me a care package of homemade jams and a fruitcake. Fruitcake has a special place in my heart and holds many memories that I'd shared with Kathy V. I'm told there are those who do not like fruitcake, which I've never understood. Christmas without fruitcake would not be Christmas any more than Easter would be Easter without colored eggs.
Bessie Anne just made a quick (really quick) trip outside to piddle and I could hear her crunching through the ice on the deck in the dark. I'm guessing it isn't going to warm up much today, either. Brrrr!