So sayeth the blackboard in my kitchen, where I've been writing the chalk-white numbers every morning.
I went into town today for a few errands, and contrary to our friends' reports back in Clear Lake, I didn't run into traffic jams or city grid-lock. Everyone here is just going along with day-to-day chores and errands, as if Christmas were just a blip on their country calendars.
While I was in town, I looked around a couple of stores for grab-bag gifts for next year's Christmas party. The grab-bag gift exchange was so much fun on Saturday night's party that I'm determined to do that again next year. Neighbors said they would also bring wrapped gifts for the exchange, but it's always good to have extra wrapped gifts on hand, just in case.
I'm also keeping up with my own method of Christmas shopping.... being that this year's gifts have all been mailed out to family and friends miles away, it's time to start looking around for gifts for next year's Christmas. And birthdays--- with a big family, there's always someone having a birthday during any given month.
The weather has been glorious..... in the mid 70s today, with lots of sun..... it has felt like Spring. About the only thing that has spoiled this week were the cries from the baby goats on the property over on the hill across the road. That particular neighbor raises goats.... not to sell, but to eat. He also butchers the goats, particularly the babies... he says the meat is more tender, more delicious. Give me a blessed break. I never ate much meat before moving out here to the Hill Country, but after hearing the baby goats crying over there, if I never touch a piece of meat again, I'd be perfectly content.
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