After our walk, I hardly stepped outside the door yesterday. It was cold, drizzly, and overcast, so I was content to finally tackle some of the chores I keep putting off.
I had been missing two key Christmas items: the tapestry runner for the coffee table in the living room and a container of Christmas cards. Being thrifty--read "cheap"--I always buy cards after Christmas when you can get them for a song. Couldn't find either of those items and, of course, they then loomed as absolutely essential to my happiness in life. Finally, after an extensive search, located them in the guest room closet where they weren't supposed to be.
Last summer, I had promised Pat's niece, Amy, to duplicate some pictures of her grandmother, my mother-in-law, for her. Went to Staples a few weeks ago to do that, but hadn't packed or sent them. Finally did, along with a Christmas card and will mail today.
Wrapped Betty's birthday present and addressed it to her daughter, Carolyn, in case it gets there while B. is still in Florida.
Completed the house decorations, except for the Nativity scene, which I got out and will put in the living room.
Went through various items in the garage and separated out the stuff I'll take to the thrift store.
Made the "Nana Mix" I mentioned in an earlier entry and packed in a Christmas tin to send to Patrick and Natsue.
Worked on the album of "Patrick Through The Years" I'll be sending Natsue, although I'm not sure I'll finish it in time for Christmas. I want to duplicate a few more pictures and add captions.
Did several loads of wash and other household stuff.
In between, I watched some of the Eagle's game--another disaster--with Pat. Made him a pork chop and Julianne potatoes for dinner.
Talked to Ellen in the evening and was thrilled to hear she's gotten in touch with a R.E. agent and has been looking at condos. It's just incredible what a modest two-bedroom, one bath costs in Ventura! You could get a palatial home around here for the same amount. Of course, we don't have the mountains, the movie stars, or the moolah...