Last year at this time Mary Ann was here and we were playing "peas porridge hot" with Angie.
I look at these pictures with such mixed emotions. Wishing mom could be here so we could have one good afternoon together. Glad she is gone, that she is not anxious and worrying about what she should be doing, unable to rest, missing her old apartment.
Today I coped by buying a $5.00 bouquet and some eggnog at the store when I stopped for milk.
Angie loved eggnog. When I got home I made a pot of coffee, got out the mug I always served mom her coffee in ("just a small cup Carol"), and had myself some coffee with eggnog by the fire.
Coffee with eggnog runs about neck and neck to a hot buttered rum in the "soothing and making you feel better" home remedy book. I recommend it highly. After about 3 cups I started to try and guess what might be in the box I got in the mail last night. It's for Christmas. From my brother. I do NOT open presents early. I enjoy the guessing as much as the opening. It's very light and does not rattle at all when shaken. I am thinking it might be a holiday bib. Something festive to take to take to all my holiday parties so I can stay neat while I attempt to simultaneously nibble on hors d'oeuvres, hold on to my wine glass, stand up for hours in pointy-toed shoes, and be charming and witty.
P.S. Brother do NOT tell me if I guess right.