And now the Friday blast from Just Capshunz. Because starting the weekend snarky is a good idea. (Smooch.)
Friday, December 28, 2012
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Yesterday I got a package and as soon as I saw it was from Amanda, I began whispering "Please, please, let it be stollen!" And it was, a perfect golden loaf of it. I just had a toasted slice spread with cream cheese. Absolute solstice heaven.
The only time I've been to New England was several years ago to visit Amanda in Boston, via a ticket she sent me. It was a trip filled with adventure and golden memories, and I've written a lot about it. One perfect morning there was spent with me sitting at her kitchen table as she put together stollen, still in her adorable pajamas, while we talked some about Buffy, etc. I got a glimpse that day of her people, her childhood, and stollen became an item without which midwinter was not complete.
Our best friends, the ones we are meant to have, give us unlimited delight. My inner being alights when I think of Amanda. I never get enough of her mind, her worldview, her backstory. I am lucky to know her.
And the stollen is simply delicious proof of her love.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Mama focused on family baking and crafts during the holidays, and that is what I have missed about adult celebrations of Christmas. She was unhurried and we laughed as we messed up in the learning process. Her Must Make list included divinity (both white and black fudge), lemon bars, Danish wedding cookies, candy-cane cookies (sprinkled with crushed peppermints we got to whack into dust with a hammer, and stained glass cookies. These latter were not the short-cut versions almost every recipe now has, but involved a double layer of dough with the top being an actual mosaic of colours cut from various hues and painstakingly fitted together by earnest little fingers. Sheer joy.
She was also a big fan of fruitcakes, but often simply waited for the one Aunt Sarah would send every year from that place in Corsicana. None of the rest of us could abide fruitcake, and the gingered candies were expensive to buy.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Last night in the nether dregs I awakened and reached for Margot, but encountered only bedrail. I lay desolate for a few seconds, then whistled for Scout. No sound. I whistled again, and still no movement.
I said aloud into the dark, "Scoutie, I'm lonely, would you care to cuddle?" Within a minute she appeared on my belly, blinking in the cross-eyed way she does when she has just woke up. I held out my arms and she flopped herself onto my chest, wedging her head under my neck and starting a loud rumble. I thanked her and we dropped back off.
I tried resuming PT with Eddie today but half a set of the lower body exercises sent pain spikes into my urethra, so we backed off that and stuck to upper body work. The current Foley is not what we usually prefer, with a bulb that is a third the size Jessica recommends, so I may need to maintain status quo until around January 6th when I'm due for my next Foley change.