A Post With No Picture

It was a nice relaxing weekend.  For some odd reason I felt compelled to leave my camera at home.
On Saturday THGGM and I went out for breakfast and to our two favorite thrift stores.  I actually DID find a couple of Christmas things that I am very excited about, but it is so gloomy that I didn't even try to get any pictures.  That can wait for the sun to shine.  Yes.  Yes it can.
Last night we celebrated Oldest Son's 32nd birthday, which this year falls on 12/12/12,  We had breakfast for dinner, which was wonderful, and then we watched "A Christmas Story".  Daughter has a real tree and the smell is amazing.  Although there is also the possibility that the little one's coughs and such could be a result of that amazing smelling real tree.  Time will tell.
In other news, Zeke has been feeling miserable lately.  It appears that his running up and down our basement steps at our St. Nicholas party may have been too much for his back.  Or it might be his ear.  Or tummy trouble even.  We don't have a real Christmas tree, so that cannot be it.  But, I do not find it enjoyable to clean up after a long haired dog with bowel issues.  At least HE doesn't seem to be in pain anymore.  No.  Now I seem to be the one suffering from the task of scrubbing the rear deck, so to speak.
Okay.  More than you wanted to know, I'm sure.
Anyway.., this afternoon I tweaked things up a bit more in the living room and dining room.  Most things are now how I would like them to stay until January.  It's true, I have bins in the basement that I'm not even going to peer into this year.  THGGM approves of how things look. with the exception of our bedroom which is where I've been stashing things like a mad woman.  Perhaps I'll work on that on Tuesday.  One can always hope.
When not tweaking, I surfed Pinterest.  So many IDEAS.  I just love ideas.  Every once in awhile I get a few of my own.  Is it weird that I pin ideas that I KNOW I am never going to make?  I hope not.  Sometimes it just makes me happy to see what other people are doing.  It isn't likely that I am going to do anymore needle felting, but I still pin those ideas.  I tried it once and bled so much that it didn't seem likely I'd ever be able to give anything blood stained as a gift so I gave up.  My blood sugar got checked more often, but that hardly seemed worth it.
As I do laundry in the basement I keep venturing into my studio to mess around with things.  I even MADE somethings that I actually LIKE.  But, since those will be Christmas presents, I cannot show pictures until after they've been given.  Or, what is even more likely to happen is that when the time comes to wrap them I will pronounce them stupid, weep silently, and then put them into a bin where in three months I shall find them and wonder why I didn't like them.  I am very predictable.  VERY.
Today I played Christmas songs for THGGM while he rested.  He does tell me that he enjoys it, but I cannot see how.  The piano is sooo out of tune that even I notice it.  For a special treat I even played for him the two pieces of music I picked up at the thrift store for 25 cents.  One is "Memories" from Cats, and the other Pachabel's Canon in D for keyboard AND two violins.  Since I don't know anyone who has a violin it was somewhat of  a let down..  I'll just have to practice humming the violin parts while I play, I guess.
Did I mention that I finished reading  "Reading the Man - a portrait of Robert E. Lee through his private letters"?  Well I did finish it.  It made Robert E. Lee seem more believable.  Although I wanted him to remain as wonderfully perfect (well, except for the part of him killing northerners) as he seemed, this book was much more realistic - what with the using of his own letters and all.  It's been a few nights since I finished the book, and after months and months reading Civil War books I have to say that my dreams have been more restful. Presently I'm reading "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever" which just makes me happy.
Tonight we went to see Jonge and Famke in their first ever Christmas program.  Jonge was a wiseman and Famke was a sheep.  They were absolutely adorable.  If there is anything sweeter than children in a Christmas program, I do not know what it is.
Now let's see.., is there anything more I can think of to write?
Nope.  I've got nothing else.
Although I'm tempted just to make stuff up, as I sooo do not want to go deal with the marks on the carpet in the hallway...
(anyone want a dog?  he's really cute when viewed from the front...)