Mr. FixIt was already gone when I got up yesterday morning. I yawned and stretched. What was that sound that woke me. I listened closer and could hear voices and the sound of metal against metal. Ahhhh…the roofer dudes were back gathering the scrap from their roofing job. They cleaned up well, but we’ll still have to run the magnet over the lawn to check for nails. I heard them drive off and I got up to start my day.

I padded into the kitchen to put the kettle on while I dressed. I had no plans outside of working on the last of the Christmas gifts. The house was peaceful and quiet as I took my morning cuppa and headed downstairs to my “studio.” It’s vastly different than my first studio in Colorado. That one was on the second floor of my little farmhouse on top of the hill. One wall was filled with large windows and my view of the elk grazing on Mount Medaris always thrilled me. 

Once we get the extra bedroom cleared out and the ceiling repaired from an old leak, I think I’ll set my studio up in there. It has windows on two sides and I’d love to have the natural light. But for now, I am grateful to carve out a space where I can work and not have to put it all away at the end of the day. Right now that corner of the basement looks like a tornado went through it. 

I managed to get five hats done yesterday. I still need to make some more Christmas stockings and get things out in the mail. I’m hoping they’ll arrive before Christmas, but if not, it’ll be the gift that keeps on giving. I was downstairs working when my sweetheart came home. He went to town to get his truck inspected and we are now officially a two vehicle family again! Now I’ll be able to go out to The Farm for a little R&R…probably after the holidays. 

My brother called me a couple of weeks ago and asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I told him he really didn’t need to buy me anything, but I’d love it if he sent me a Christmas card with a nice newsy letter in it. He used to write me the nicest letters. I still have them. Sometimes they would be three or four pages long…front and back, handwritten in his careful cursive. He always signed them, “Your brother,” and his first, middle, and last names. They always warmed my heart. 

I’ve known he’s slowly going downhill. We all are. But when I saw his writing, I could see how much. It doesn’t stop me from being his biggest cheerleader and giving him every ounce of love I can. He owns the biggest part of my heart and always will. 

Mr. FixIt is picking up a buddy today to go to a lunch with his old work buddies. I’ll get a couple packages wrapped and mailed out this morning and get back to work on the Christmas stockings. I think I’ll make some loaves of Cranberry Walnut Bread to take to knitting group on Monday. That will make the house smell so good.

‘Tis the Season to be Jolly!

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”Let all that you do be done in love.“

1 Corinthians 16:14 ESV