Tuesday 26. November 2019

Watching a Hallmark Christmas movie with my Sweet Finn tonight, he’s all snuggled up in his nest of a blanket, next to me here on the couch.  The wind and snow is swirling outside, snow stuck to the windows thanks to the sleet we had earlier in the evening.  No school tomorrow for neither me nor The Boy…schools called off earlier this evening.  Second snow of the season and by far worse than the first.

I normally don’t begin watching Christmas shows before Thanksgiving, but feeling sentimental this year…well more so this early in the season anyhow.  This snow storm started in Colorado yesterday, so The Girl was hit with this storm, being in Nebraska, calling off her and Dingbat’s trip home for Thanksgiving.  Feeling sorry for myself, I guess…this year is their year for staying out west for Christmas, so we don’t get her for Thanksgiving or Christmas this year and I have to say it’s getting to me.  Oh, she’ll be home in two weeks for my dad’s family Christmas gathering (Dingbat won’t be able to make it, selling cattle that weekend), it just won’t be a same though…having Christmas before Christmas.

Actually started thinking about Thanksgivings of old earlier today and that is what more or less started my “holiday sadness”…this year will be Old Boy, The Boy and myself with my folks, possibly my brother, doubtful his kids will come, they tend to go where their mother tells them to go, so they’ll be with their other side of the family.  My sister and her family are staying home this year, doing their own thing…she had some complaint about mom saying she’s not doing turkey anymore and so on and so forth…if she’s not bitching or being arrogant she’s not happy…so it will be better without that attitude to spoil the day.  Still….

When we were kids, each year we had a large family gathering with my mom’s side of the family.  Gramma, four siblings and all their kiddos…the place was packed.  This was when people still DRESSED UP for family gatherings.  The day would be filled with playing with the cousins and so much wonderful food.  The day would last and last. At a certain point in the day the cousins would start begging for the old family movies, Uncle Gene or dad would get out the movie projector and the screen and we’d watch the old films from before most of our time, when my brother and sister were the only grandchildren and Grandpa was still alive.  When the gathering was at our farm, and we wouldn’t have to leave early for evening cattle chores, Uncle Gene and Aunt Kate would stay (they had a couple hour drive home) and Uncle Gene would make grilled turkey sandwhiches…they were the best!  Have never in my life been able to make them taste near as delicious as Uncle Gene’s, his secret had to have been love!

Even in the early years of Old Boy and my dating and married years both sides of our families would have large family gatherings for Thanksgiving…the first ever family function I went to of his was Thanksgiving 1989.  We’d have noon with his family and evening with mine, the day lasted ALL DAY.  We don’t have those anymore, seems as though too many just don’t want to do it anymore and I don’t get it.  Maybe one has to be a sentimental old fool like me to want to continue with these old traditions.

Hoping the mood changes and that this year will be a good one after all.

Until Again,


Oma’s Crazy Daisies

Went out to attempt some weeding tonight and had to get a shot of Oma’s flowers.  Many moons ago she sent a bunch home with me to plant, so glad that she did!  The stone bird in the corner is another “here take this home with you, no one else wants it” from Oma’s house.  Didn’t know what I was going to do with the damn thing, but I think I’ve found the right place for it.  It’s grown on me.


Funny thing is, I lost them.  We put a new home up about nine years ago and I’d planted what she’s sent home in front of the house.  The ground settled later and the daisies didn’t come back after the guys refilled and packed the area.  Oma was gone by then and I was devastated.  I’m a person that is deeply sentimental about things like that.  

Then a few years later ONE clump came up.  ONE!  I quick like moved them away from the house and into what was then my pumpkin garden, figured I’d eventually figure out a safe/permanent home for them.  Well, they’ve exploded to say the least.  Recently I took a number of clumps to my sister and two cousins and a friend came and dug up several clumps.  

There is actually a brick border around the flowers, maybe three or four feet wide by three or so feet, can’t see them because, well, my guys refuse to mow too close to them and we’ve had so much rain I’ve gotten behind on trimming the grass and pulling weeds.  

This year I swear she’s messing with me…she knows I won’t let the guys mow over the flowers, so there are several clumps growing in the yard and a large bunch growing with my lillies that are NOT in the bricked area.  She’s jumping my border…just like her to mess with me!  AND, I love her for it!  She kept me on my toes the past few years of her life and she’s still doing it, AND it makes me smile!