it might be a holiday bib

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. 

Comments

[Amy at love made my home]

Enjoy your memories of Angie, I am sure that she would like you to do that. xx

[Janet Ghio]

An eggnog toast to angie! What a nice way to remember her ==. Shaking and handling each Xmas package is part of the fun isn't it!

[Sharon W.]

A strange question, perhaps: If you could have just one last meeting with Angie,where and what would you want it to be? I would ask for a kitchen afternoon with Mom, making pie crust. She made a magnificent pastry (with real lard, of course), and in the process used only her fingers to work the dough. She insisted that letting your palms touch the dough would soften or melt the cold lard, producing tough dough. I still fail at every attempt, and an afternoon with her would be filled with laughter and--perhaps--a better dough for me.

[Joan]

Sweet memories. You endeared her to all of us.

[Chris Oliveira]

Hugs to you. It's nice to see a picture of Angie, and remember her (funny how we never met but I can still have fond memories of her)

[sister]

make me a BIG cup please or should i say PEASE?

[Diana]

Sweet memories and a lovely way to toast her and comfort yourself with those flowers and coffee eggnog.

[Nanci Stone]

Lovely way to remember Angie, with a gorgeous bunch of flowers along with coffee and eggnog, bless.

[jacki long]

This is so special Carol, I teared up looking at Angie, and your sweet words.
I am sure there are many of us who feel like we know her ...
and really do miss her too.
Thanks Carol for including us.

[Sharron]

Those frail wrists.... xox

[Leslie J. Moran]

Hands. I'm speechless. That first shot says it all.