Ah, here we are, in the first week of Advent.
Last night I was walking around the block enjoying the way the streetlights glittered on the icy road and thinking how much sparkle we have at this time of year: lights, icicles, sequins, glitter... last week's freezing rain coating the bare branches of trees making them shine silver in the sunlight. So beautiful. And all this contrasts with the way the evenings draw in and the vast darkness of the night sky. Yes, ours is dark even though we live on the outskirts of the city.
A few Christmas lights are up, and surely many preparations are being made. I was thinking how we clean and fix up our homes in anticipation of entertaining and welcoming guests. It has to be good to do this, and hopefully our outer work will be reflected inside us too. So the anticipation builds (hopefully the stress stays manageable!), to culminate in the holydays. Perhaps they will help us to shine a little brighter during this time and the year ahead.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
so not a princess!
(and there's absolutely no sub text to this post)
I was making the bed this morning and our bed equals layers. First of all, the frame is a wooden one, built by my husband. Then we have a 5 inch latex mattress, bought on sale at Ikea buy me and wrestled into the trunk of our old Jetta. My husband still remarks he doesn't know how I did that!
Because I found this a little to hard to sleep well on, we added a foam comfort layer. And lastly, when my arthritic hip started to play up, we added a feather bed... bliss, in this colder weather.
The latter needs a good shake every morning, which reminds me of Mother Holle (particularly apt for our present snow). Today, however, I happened to lift up the foam layer as well and found there..., a hedgehog!!! Actually, this is a wooden apparatus for massage. One side has four rolling balls and it's good for easing tense shoulders and backs. I can only suppose the littlest grandson slid it under there when I wasn't looking.
I had no idea!
I was making the bed this morning and our bed equals layers. First of all, the frame is a wooden one, built by my husband. Then we have a 5 inch latex mattress, bought on sale at Ikea buy me and wrestled into the trunk of our old Jetta. My husband still remarks he doesn't know how I did that!
Because I found this a little to hard to sleep well on, we added a foam comfort layer. And lastly, when my arthritic hip started to play up, we added a feather bed... bliss, in this colder weather.
The latter needs a good shake every morning, which reminds me of Mother Holle (particularly apt for our present snow). Today, however, I happened to lift up the foam layer as well and found there..., a hedgehog!!! Actually, this is a wooden apparatus for massage. One side has four rolling balls and it's good for easing tense shoulders and backs. I can only suppose the littlest grandson slid it under there when I wasn't looking.
I had no idea!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
p.s. on digital
A friend told me something interesting the other day. Apparently, when digital watches came out, it was presumed that analog was dead. However, time (!) proved otherwise. After puzzling about this, the powers that be (or maybe the watchmakers and sellers) realized the reason.
Apparently, people like to have a sense of where they are in the day. Digital watches and clocks simply don't deliver in this way.
It's ages since I wore a watch. Not that I have anything against them. In fact, I have been known to gaze covetously at the adornments on friends' wrists. Yet somehow -- mostly because the couple I possess are in need of repair -- watches have gradually faded out of my life. What I find is that I usually have a pretty good idea what time it is, give or take about fifteen minutes.
In London days when I lived in Bayswater (yes, the FRObisher district), I used to travel to school by bus. Waiting for the right number of red double decker to swing into the stop could be frustrating, especially when two or three would appear in a clump. But once on board, I'd sit back and relax... and measure my progress by various clocks I'd see on the way. I wonder how many of those still exist today?
Apparently, people like to have a sense of where they are in the day. Digital watches and clocks simply don't deliver in this way.
It's ages since I wore a watch. Not that I have anything against them. In fact, I have been known to gaze covetously at the adornments on friends' wrists. Yet somehow -- mostly because the couple I possess are in need of repair -- watches have gradually faded out of my life. What I find is that I usually have a pretty good idea what time it is, give or take about fifteen minutes.
In London days when I lived in Bayswater (yes, the FRObisher district), I used to travel to school by bus. Waiting for the right number of red double decker to swing into the stop could be frustrating, especially when two or three would appear in a clump. But once on board, I'd sit back and relax... and measure my progress by various clocks I'd see on the way. I wonder how many of those still exist today?
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