We already have a very uppity, self-centred cat and a pathetically needy dog. We thought we understood them. The cat hates everyone. The dog loves everyone. I was talked into a friend's cat by Bridget, who pointed out that it would make a good blog post. She knows me too well. When visiting cat #1 arrived to party down at 26 Elm Avenue, we fully expected that our cat would meet him with disgust. We were shocked with the territorial nature of our happy-go-lucky dog. 2days later Katelyn arrived with her mild nannered cat, Myles Davis He is a member of our extended family. For the next few days it was a madhouse with arched backs, hissing and pouncing. Our children behaved much more civilly as far as we could tell.
|"Hand-made" Shirts for Daddy|
For those of you reading this and adding to the list from your non-fading memories, do you find this both melancholy and liberating? For those of you still in the trenches, we understand. We remember. We also admittedly miss these days. The smartie-stained finger-prints just got higher and higher and then they were gone. I can reiterate the age-old advice "to cherish these days as they pass so quickly". I am sure someone said this to me when I was searching for the perfect a candle for a teacher or a Red Ryder BB gun, so I am afraid I missed it.
Things are certainly easier now. I am trying to keep it simple. However, I am still a disorganized person trying to live in an
|Keeping it simple|
Christmas morning was lovely. If we do one thing well here, it is Christmas morning. Our traditions have
Christmas dinner included 12 of the O'Rourke clan. I keep it simple and do what I can ahead of time. In the true spirit of helpfulness, my brother-in-law showed up with potatoes and ham. With the sheer volume, I could have just opened a couple of cans of corn and that would be that. I cannot express how much I appreciated this. I have been married to an Irishman for over a quarter century but I have not yet embraced a love of peeling potatoes. I will leave that to George from now on and will be eternally grateful. Christmas pudding was made by Granddad and Derek. It was a great first effort, with better ones to come.
The rest of the season continued to unfold. We have visited with an entire group of Wells grandchildren. Grand'maman was surrounded by those whom she has loved and literally cared for over the past 25 years. There are stories of the antics of each of the grandchildren, both in Toronto and on Florida visits. These visits allowed my parents to get to know their grandchildren for better and for worse. Grandmaman continues to try to keep up with their evolving lives. This, however, cannot be done through Facebook.
So now as we return to our homes and to our jobs and to the routine of our January lives, we can lookback on another holiday season gone by. No matter what holiday that may be or what traditions are practiced, when we wonder just what this season was all about, hopefully we can honestly feel it was Love, Actually.