Friday, December 28, 2007


I like calendars.

Not day planners. They require constant page flipping.

My mini obsession is the regular hang-on-the wall calendar.

I am sorry to see the end of the 2007 flower calendar here by the computer. In addition to a pretty flower picture each month, it has big squares for friends’ birthdays and anniversaries as well as a small reminder area. However, it does not have the phases of the moon like the kitchen calendar.

The kitchen calendar—the one we look at each day for appointments—is a Charles Wysocki Americana calendar. I enjoy it a great deal. A gift from a business firm, each month has a drawing of a New England Americana style business. My favorite is the May picture of “The Bird House.” It includes all kinds of birds including an American eagle. The little store looks like a birdhouse, as does the carriage and mailbox.

2007 was the first year in a while we bypassed the Kansas calendar in the kitchen. I still have a picture of a waterfall from a previous year’s calendar. The caption said it was on Wolf Pen Creek in southeast Kansas. Finally, we located the stream on a map in northeast Kansas near Sabetha. I am not throwing the picture away until I see the impressive waterfall for myself. I have a feeling we had better get there after a rain.

So, here it is, just three days left in the year. I still do not have a calendar. Our insurance agent’s American Family calendar is always nice but I want something special in the kitchen. I have enjoyed the Wysocki Americana calendar so much this year that I might look at another. I am still relying on our Kansas City realtor friend, Blake, to give us a nice one for here in the office.

I have a little time left tonight. I might make up a 2008 calendar on the computer to carry in my purse.

Did I say I like calendars?

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Best Christmas Ever

This Christmas was the best ever.

Well, I say that every year.

As you might have seen by the Smilebox video, all our children and grandchildren were together on Sunday evening and again on Christmas eve and morning. Then all moved on to other families. I loved it while I had them. We had a good time. The kids played in the snow. It is unusual for Kansas to have a white Christmas.

It worked out to also see extended "family" that are actually long time friends. Last night we enjoyed a meal prepared by Blake, Sue's son, who missed his calling as a chef.

Our daughter dropped off Sage (Colorado family's Lab) and Aaron (oldest grandson) asked if I would put some songs on his new MP3 player. What a wonderful afternoon of sorting through old CDs looking for rock n roll songs leaning toward heavy metal. I am afraid even at 8 years old, he will roll his eyes at Queen etc. Although Van Halen is good at any age. I found the Def Leppard case, but no CD. Perhaps just as well.

I'm taking down my tree tonight. The little cedar is dry and a fire hazard. Here is an observation Kim wrote about our Christmas tree.

I was looking at our Christmas tree thinking about how your tree reflects alot about where you are in life. When Marc and I were first married, we had the ornaments from our wedding and some ribbon - not very interesting. Now we have popsicle nativity scenes, multi-colored plaster Santas, and pictures in homemade frames. I think as you get older your Christmas tree becomes smaller and easier to manage - like Grandma's ceramic tree with the little electric lights.

Here is a picture of ours. Not little ceramic, but getting smaller.

I have a post appearing on the on-line edition of the Lawrence Journal World. Scroll down midway for "community perspectives." (See below)

Note from Linda: The LJW only links three blogs at a time so mine has rolled off. Click here if you still want to read my post.