Christmas Photo a Day, December 10, 2019

Do you know the secret about Christmas?

What is CHRISTMAS, if it’s not about GIVING?

It’s not about GETTING… we buy what we want and need (and don’t need), when we want and need it, all through the year. We treat ourselves. Pretty well, in fact.

But, GIVING! Why are there lines and lines of people in every shop? What suddenly makes us positive that more sweaters, earrings, toys are necessary NOW?

Hint– It is the JOY we get in doing something for someone else. It’s about putting that smile on their face. About not being able to wait to see their face as they open what you found for them. About knowing we have found that perfect thing, that thing that says I was thinking about YOU when I bought this. We can’t wait to give it.

Take that feeling a step further and GIVE something to your favorite charity. Or find a new charity and give to that. Or, don’t pass by that “Go Fund Me” that scrolls by on Facebook, but read it and decide that you do have $20 to spend online, for someone who found it necessary to ask Cyberspace Santa for something this year.

….there but for the grace of God go I …

OLD CITY BAR, by Trans-Siberian Orchestra –Youtube in case it isn’t opening automatically https://youtu.be/V6Sw-czf0ow

We recently bought a house for our “community cats”… since they feel safe in our yard, we feel a certain obligation to care for them. There are three currently… two who are feral/skittish and won’t let us near them, but who will come for dinner on our deck— Fuzzy Wuzzy and Ditto….and Gray, who has a home but apparently doesn’t like it there. Gray is social and a talker.

(Of course, ONE did decide to move inside with us a few years ago)

Alastair, the cat who stayed.

Christmas Photo A Day DECEMBER 2, 2016

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Timmy and Hamish

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Roxy Fluffernutter and Timmy

Christmas past–Our dear Hamish (we miss him very much)

And introducing our newest bundle of joy, Roxy Fluffernutter. (#Roxyfluffernutter on #Instagram) She has been entertain us these last few weeks! Wondering if we dare put up a tree; I am recovering from thumb surgery and do most of the decorating, and she is ‘curious’ 😉

***Happy birthday, hunny.***

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11. Motherly Love

12. Check Up
13. Activity
14. Health
15. Relaxing
16. Self Discipline
17. Growth

I Used ALL of my prompts! (sometimes with the help of interpretive dance moves)

10358108_10204302273420933_2134705634_n11. Motherly Love ‘Nuff said. Love my Thuglee.
10344935_10204316039445075_174045326_n12. Check Up—A screenshot, not a ‘photo’ but need I say more? SUMMER is here.
10331758_10204324575778478_1574887677_n13. Activity—That little rose bush twig that I threaten to yank every year because it hasn’t thrived and is totally in the way always redeems itself with roses that remind me of Daddy Gus’s garden. (HIS red roses were rambling and prolific  and nothing like this sad twig.)
10356594_10204343386808742_1427419482_n (1)14. Health… Tell me you didn’t just close your eyes and sniff deeply? Be honest. That is two senses that are working well, sight and smell!
10356616_10204310985558731_138393321_n15. Relaxing.  Because Batman.
10346781_10204302823114675_629768280_n16. Self Discipline –Things you can’t believe you are saying UNTIL you are dealing with a toddler …”Don’t bite the cats tail again.” (Thankfully it wasn’t OUR cat who scratched her neck!) and if you ask where she got the scratch she says, in a very matter of fact tone, “I bit Bert’s tail.”  I recall reading once that 90% of disciplining toddlers is not laughing.
10364532_10204332556257985_345801874_n17. Growth This azalea must have heard about my plans to yank it a few years ago, because it had sat, basically stunted, giving a half-hearted attempt at flowering and no effort put into filling the space I had for it. But as I am slow to act upon these decisions (read—lazy) it stayed put. Two years ago, it bloomed. In AUGUST. And since then it has become a thing of beauty, rambling, wild, with very large flowers that bloom three weeks later than other azaleas.