Pressure is off

The Solstice came and went. I made a nice meal that I ate alone because Steve went off to trivia, and G doesn’t ever eat what I cook. So I made myself happy and had a lovely potato soup.

Now we are just doing what other people do – getting together as we can, seeing family as they hit Atlanta. Eating. Knitting. Avoiding the crowds and staying warm.

I have to pay the water bill tonight and finish a slipper for Sara – and that’s it.

I made chicken enchiladas the easy way. Cut it up, mix it together, throw everything in a casserole and cover it with cheese. Yum. We made cookies and corn bread. I’ll make stuffing for Christmas and bread pudding. I can’t wait to see Haskell and Vanessa and Kelly. Their plane should arrive at 7:30 from San Francisco.

The house is quiet. The dog is snuggled against me. My ladder is twinkling. It’s a good night.

Happy Holidays everyone.


About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, music, bird watching, history, gemstones, and gardening. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its bounds. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a Kingdom focused non denominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, married to the son of a preacher, with 4 spoiled dogs and and a rescued kitten. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and depression and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow go.
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