Here’s what I’m grateful for this Thanksgiving Eve: 1. My new potato peeler. 2. Taking a post rain walk this morning. I got one more glimpse of foliage before the predicted weather blows it all off the trees this weekend. 3. I’m hosting my family for Thanksgiving, and the bomb cyclone hitting a good portion of the United States won’t keep them from coming. 4. I own a house big enough to host them. 5. My company remains closed on Friday, giving everyone an extra day off to clean, relax, and recover. Whatever your plans are for tomorrow, I hope they unfold as expected and you have a great Thanksgiving.
Vintage blow mold holiday decor spotted in a local antique mall. The name comes from the method of blowing melted plastic into a mold, which then hardens into a hollow, plastic shape. The most popular vintage blow molds to collect are made by Union Products, who pioneered the original lawn flamingo. I would have loved to take home the large gravestone seen here, but the $80 price tag was a little out of my budget!
My yorki Peanut investigating the Christmas tree graveyard behind our old Massachusetts apartment in 2013. Out with the old and in with the new! I’m currently entered in a haiku contest, and would greatly appreciate your vote. It just takes a few moments to cast a vote here, and the contest is open until January 10th. If you voted once already, the website will let you vote once every 24 hours. I’m currently trying to push into first place!
The new year stands before us, like a chapter in a book, waiting to be written. We can help write that story by setting goals. Melody Beattie
Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance—each beautiful, unique, and gone too soon. Deborah Whipp
Are all your holiday preparations finished? I’ve finished all my wrapping and baking so I can enjoy my Christmas Eve traditions: red wine, a raclette meal, and watching Love Actually.
I like to compare the holiday season with the way a child listens to a favorite story. The pleasure is in the familiar way the story begins, the anticipation of familiar turns it takes, the familiar moments of suspense, and the familiar climax and ending. Fred Rogers
I love Disturbed’s cover of Sound of Silence, and this orchestral version by Lucas King is also melancholy but at the same time beautiful.