While Carm was away battling the early morning Costco crowds I wrapped the few meger gifts that I have for him. We haven’t done gifts for years; we are making this year an exception since it’s such an exceptional year! If there was ever a year that called for quiet celebration it is this one as we don’t want to let Covid bring any more unhappiness. I’ve put more effort into Christmas this year than I have for years… it would be easy to be dejected but I am determined that it will be a year to remember despite the virus.
After lunch we drove ½ hour to Kemptville to meet up with Kirsten and family. It was lovely to see their smiling faces...scratch that… it was lovely to see their smiling EYES as we were all wearing masks. It felt strange and unnecessary but it’s what we are supposed to do with anyone outside of our household, so there we stood, 6 feet apart, wearing our masks, and outside. Still, we were able to make the best of it and had a good visit (although a cold one! Why on earth did it need to be so windy?)
Public Health has been saying over and over again that we should just be with our households, otherwise we’d probably be spending Christmas with them.
Adia is slowly developing an aversion to poop. This morning she looked at it then walked away - progress! It sure is nicer to be around her when we know what hasn’t been in her mouth!
Tonight we watched the first of our favorite Christmas programs. ‘Santa Claus is coming to town’ is a stop action puppet show from the 60s or 70s. It’s done in the same way as Rudolph which we’ll watch tomorrow night. Sure it’s corny but what is Christmas without some simple retro humour.
The beer tonight was good, not in the top list but easily second tier. It was bright and citrusy.
"Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o'clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without.”
~Thomas De Quincey
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