It's Beginning To Feel A Lot Like Christmas...Not Really...

Another Saturday night at the rancho.  I am trying really hard to promote the Christmas happy at my house.  My husband's father died many years ago between Christmas and New Year's, so it is always a tough time for him.  With no children at home, it almost seems like a waste to put up a tree...

But, I put on my big girl bloomers and got started.  Here is my table tree.  It is only a few feet tall and this year I went blue and white.  The little snowman is cute.  And sparkly.

This is the tree in my living room.  A four foot "plug and glow"...easy to handle.  I have little Santas, with red, white, and green bulbs.  Not bad.  And it is pretty with the room lights shut off.

In six years, I have never found my handmade ornaments.  I only think about it at Christmas and then I just don't have the time or energy to empty the garage and find them.  I am pretty sure that they are in a box, under my dad's and my son's stuff.  With how I feel about cleaning garages, they may never be seen again.

While I was in the house putting up the trees, nature was outside acting very unnatural.  It was a bit rainy today, but still about 60 degrees.  I trimmed some of my rose bushes, but the ones next to the house were so sparse, I didn't do much to them.  Between the rain and the warm days, I have lots of new growth and buds.  Really?

This cymbidium is on the back porch next to the house.  December to May is the blooming time.   I will need to move this plant into the garage in the next week or so.

I finished my blanket for Dad's caregiver.  She said that it is now her favorite blanket.  She had seen it a few weeks ago and commented that she loved the colors, so I already knew that she liked it. I am happy that she was happy.  The blue is a beautiful peacock color.  The second picture shows the shell edging.

It is a tough time.  Dad is not as good as he was even a month ago.  He is sounding a little congested and has a runny nose.  Is it just a cold?  I don't know.  His eating is slowing down, one of the things that they said would come at the end.  We've put him on a muscle relaxant to help with the muscle contractions, but it doesn't seem to be helping.  There are times when he groans, not in a painful way...but those sounds tear at my heart.  I am so afraid that he will hurt at the end. That would be wrong.  We've been going through this for three years, Dad deserves a quiet and peaceful end.

Enough sad.  The weather has been crazy.  I hope that each are you are safe and warm.  Be kind to one another.