I've spent most of the week decorating for Christmas. Not all day but a little bit each day. I'm done, except for the front porch. We're doing a little painting out there. The ladies from the SHARE club are coming here next Monday. So, I need to quit decorating and start cleaning—tomorrow our bedroom and living room. Saturday, the kitchen/dining room. I find myself downstairs a lot, I just like to hang out down there when the stove is lit. It is so toasty.
Right now I'm dozing in front of the computer. I made the mistake of enjoying my chamomile tea before writing. I know I've said this before, but that stuff works.
Dan picked up a few raw oysters for Thanksgiving (Oyster Corn). They weren’t needed for Thanksgiving so I deep fried them for lunch—for Dan. They were OK, but they are not my favorite seafood. My Dad loved Oyster Soup so Mom fixed it for him fairly often in the wintertime. I am an easy keeper, eating wise, but that was one thing I did not like. Mom would say to just sip the milk part of the soup—like that didn’t taste like oysters.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor, only four years and two months before I was born and a little over two weeks after my brother was born. I wonder if they heard the famous speech by Roosevelt. The event is especially clear in my mind this year because I am listening to Ken Follett's Winter of the World, a book about World War II. I'm not finished, so more later on that.
Last evening we saw the movie Lincoln. Excellent acting. We visually see the toll the war had on President Lincoln. A good deal of the film was spent on his getting enough votes to pass the 13th Amendment abolishing slavery. Again, highly recommend this film.
I have rambled enough—off to bed.