Sad to say, I am tired already – in anticipation of moving Mum in to her new place next week.  Really need to rest up instead of blogging at 12:45AM.

One prayer request – albeit an odd one – – – we are praying that her belongings go on a “straight truck” – this is a truck no longer than 35 feet in length that will fit in the community.  If her stuff comes down from New England on a tractor trailer then there is a $700 “shuttle” cost to move it from one truck to the shorter truck.

I’ve not shared this bit of news as it will not be welcomed and it really doesn’t matter – as in its nothing to lose sleep over because losing sleep won’t change things.

Well, that’s it for right now – I think I may try to sleep soon.  Just finished a book I got for Christmas – The Daily Coyote by Shreve Stockton.  I read the blog daily and the book is great!  She’s done a wonderful job detailing life in Wyoming, living with a coyote she raised from a pup.  That is not an easy task.  Great book – I recommend it.


“Good King Wenceslaus looked out…

…on the feast of Stephen.” 

This photo is of the tomb of “Good King Wenceslaus” (Czech name Vaclav or something like that) – who is said to have been a Lord or something but not a King.  Anyhow, Prague, this past April.


‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

by Clement Clarke Moore
or Henry Livingston

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”


The church is now greened!  No bows this year and there are white lights on the trees!  I can report that the walls are still standing.

The watching and waiting is almost over!  and the wrapping hasn’t even begun!  Woo.

In my spare time


Ya, ’cause I need more to do…  I’m starting a Graduate Certificate in Project Management at the University of Virginia!  I’m such a geek. 

My first class is Introduction to Project Management and the “textbook” is the Project Management Body of Knowledge – PMBOK.  For those of you who supported my two years ago when I was studying for the Project Management Professional certification – its the dreaded book that I read about three or four times and swore I’d never lift again!  Well, I have to take this class so I’m getting it over with fast.


I’m also working on finishing my studies (long distance) at Stanford so I can get some more letters behind my name.  I’m half way thru the classes needed to obtain my Stanford Advanced Project Manager certification.

So, ya, in my spare time…  woo!

Door Hanging


Here’s a close up of the door hanging. Its got a certain organic feel – and in these “tough economic times” – it was free.  Free greens from St Clement’s (if you don’t have your tree yet – go there! the proceeds go towards their overflow shelter they sponsor in the winter and I think they’ll be busy this winter). The greens are the parts they snip off when trimming the tree to send it home with you.

The holly (complete with berries) is from the tree in front of my house. The rosemary and lavender you can sort of see peeking out in the middle are from the back garden. Frugal, and fun to put together!

Have a merry as we begin the last crazy week before Christmas.