Gratitude Sunday: Laughing All The Way

Gratitude * Sunday
Sunday’s heartfelt tradition.
A time to slow down, to reflect, to be grateful.
A list of gratitudes, our gratefulness feeds one another.
Quoted from Taryn Wilson
Joining the Gratitude Sunday Tradition at Wooly Moss Roots.


Sunday Haiku
Oh weather! Fickle
mistress of nature. Snow, rain,
sun, what hour is it?

Sunday Musings
Tree’s in, mounted in the stand, watered, lit, decorated, and skirted. Only took three days this year. I had to replace the battery on the remote control but it’s worth it to be able to turn on the lights with the push of a button instead of crawling around behind the tree. The hubster helped me mount it; the son helped me string the lights.

Mister Kitty aka George Murphy has finally been with us long enough to be comfortable showing an interest in the tree. He freaked out a little when I started cleaning and moving furniture. Since we found him outside in a tree, from his reaction this year I am more inclined than ever to think somebody just abandoned him. I feel lucky to have him. He is easily trained with a firm “No” and is a companion to all three of us. Funny thing though, he’s different with all three of us. He’ll play in front of the guys but not in front of me. When I caught him playing with a gold ball off the tree, he hunkered down and gave me the wild side-eye. I took the ornament away from him, firmly told him “No”, and replaced the gold ball with one of his toys. He sat back on his haunches, stretched his back tall, blinked his eyes, and stalked away like “You know I don’t play in front of you.” Occasionally he lets me hear him playing with something, but it will be in the other room in front of one of the guys. He’s showing me how regal he is I guess. Or he’s a control freak aka cat.

We’ll see if this training technique works. I wonder if Mister remembers something similar happening last year. I might have to look up studies on cat memories. I’m grateful to have the work done until it’s time to take it all down. Now I can sit down and enjoy a lap full of cat. And lights at the touch of a remote button.

I need to get down to the serious business of getting gifts ready. Once the tree goes up it’s ready for gifts under it and can grow and change every day. I wrap all kinds of little things for gifts, so there are lots of packages, even though what’s in the package might not have cost much. It’s fun to get lots of stuff.

My favorite part of our family tradition is the Christmas Stocking. Another opportunity for a plethora of tiny gifts. Last year I found this tiny screwdriver kit that both the guys have thanked me more than once for. We all use electronics so packets of screen wipes or little cans of air have been a hit as well. Little flashlights are the best. Cash fits nicely in the toe of the stocking. Assorted chocolates and favorite candies fill odd spaces. Pre-paid phone cards slip flatly along the side. Total abundance in one little (hwell, medium sized) stocking. We all look forward to sharing that time together still.

I love the little things. Oddball stuff you might not otherwise consider. One year our stockings had little wind-up racers and that afternoon three silly adults whiled away an hour racing these funny little toys and laughing until we were nearly sick.

I have fun seeing how much I can get for how little. I make every bit of money spent count. Pardon the pun. The years of breaking my budget for a holiday are long past. It’s all good. I’ve plenty of stuff to give, and lots of crafting materials to make more stuff with or to pretty up packages.

Over the next few weeks, I plan to watch some funny movies. I want to hibernate in the winter, when I should be concentrating on my writing, and my yoga, and getting more corners of my house cleaned out. So my days are full, and my nights will be humorous. Laughter is an element of good medicine, and nothing is more satisfying than a good laugh. I’m hoping the humor will help me prepare to embark on a new adventure. Which is what the new year is about.

Color Watch – colorful attractions in my neighborhoods this week – Finally the Pacific Northwest got its first hard freeze and some snow, so that’s the end of the roses for the season. I spied winter blooming camellias in the snow. winter-camellia1 So much white weighing down the pine branches in the back yard. dscn2804 On my yard toys: no wind will spin this yellow daisy around. dscn2733 Blue bird carrying snow on its back. dscn2737 Cold white entrance to this little handmade birdhouse. dscn2777

Current View – {These are only my opinions about movies and books, but don’t let me stop you from trying these reviewed items yourself; your opinion may differ.} Finished the Arrow, The Flash, and Legends of Tomorrow current series. Fun superhero action. * About Cherry (2012, rated R) about a pretty young woman who takes a job in the porn film industry because the money is good. Spoiler: she succeeds and progresses from actor to director of the films. Just boring. Meh.


Currently ReadingThe Blood of Flowers (2015, fiction) by Anita Amirrezvani, a coming of age story about a young woman who learns rug making and more in 1620 Iran. Enjoying how fiction can help me time and culture travel. * Graceful Exits: How Great Beings Die: Death Stories of Tibetan, Hindu, and Zen Masters (1997, Buddhism) by Sushila Blackman. Stories of the final words, poems, and meditations or revered monks and nuns.

I’m still undecided on the choice for a Winter Classic read. I looked at a couple lists and nothing piqued my interest, which means I must keep looking. Suggestions?


This week I have been grateful for:

  • Walking out into my driveway and finding Wild America: a whole flock of the little brown birds I love playing in the puddle, and two squirrels scampering down the drive to dive into the plum tree they’ve built their nest in.
  • A bit of snow. Valley Oregonians don’t do snow well. I like to stay in and not go anywhere.
  • A warm house.
  • Extra layers of clothing to throw on.
  • Little fist-sized acorn squash just the right size for a small family. The guys don’t care for squash much so I get a nice little feast.
  • The winter farmers market where I found the tiny squash.
  • Roasting root vegetables, like beets and carrots and potato and onion in olive oil with garlic. It makes them so sweet.
  • The relief from getting into the pool after a puny physical day.
  • Swimming upstream. My metaphor.
  • The 29 different religious holidays celebrated during this quarter of the year. However you worship honor the right of others to worship differently than you, and thank god and the universe we are not clones.
  • The hubster and the son helping with the tree with few complaints.
  • Water.

Hoping you have a lovely week.

Namaste. Peace. Blessings.


Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch

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