Christmas Toast

I was speaking with Rraine yesterday, and reminded her about our annual Christmas toast.  Are we all in for 6:00 Winnipeg time?  Got the turkey out of the freezer yesterday.

Just in a bit of a holding pattern here.  We were out for coffee and a few last minute groceries yesterday.  OMG!  What a "zoo"!  The traffic was wild, and I'm used to the usual everyday craziness around Regent and Lagimodiere.  The line up to turn the corner at Panet and Reenders was two blocks long--and I consider 6 cars long.  Listening to the radio later I heard that there were fender benders everywhere as there had been a light snowfall over slippery streets. As well, a "deep freeze" has settled in, with wind chills in the minus 39 range.  So, we've decided to stay home until Tuesday.

I don't plan to do much cleaning until after the company has left on Monday, but will do a bit of putter-y stuff in the interim. I do want to have the studio fairly tidy for Christmas, as that's about the only place to put "stuff", with it having the only table upstairs other than the kitchen table.  I also want to start with the dishwasher empty, knowing it will be full at least once that day.  And I guess we'll have to shovel some snow.  We won't be bringing the round table in from the garage until David has some help.  It's not a problem moving it from the garage to the house--it just rolls--but maybe a challenge to get it up the front stairs and into the living room?

This morning we had juncos at the feeder.  We had an idea the little devils were still around, but now know for sure.  David has upgraded his bird food over the past year.  The last bag of basic sunflower seeds went rancid, so he's been buying a "deluxe" mix at the Wild Bird Store. I'm not sure what's in it, but the birds appear to love it, and we've had more variety of birds this fall.  We put it on his Christmas list, but I have a hunch we won't get it.

So, here's to a great Christmas for all of us.  May it work out well for us all no matter what "well" means in any of our lives.