Jonathan left an assignment at home and I had to carry it to school.
Car to the repair shop for broken motor mounts.
Carpet store says they can install next week, Christmas week.
Chimneysweep calls and can get by next week at the earliest.
Driving the spare car to pick up the kids, the radio was tuned to a pop Christmas station and when Bruce Springsteen belted out "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" I practically puked -- it sounded so cynical and cheap. There was a pall over me for the next hour.
Took a walk with Mary right after school.
The aspen next to Lorena's house looks for all the world like it is budding ?!
Mary has better eyes. When I remarked on the "bluebirds" she told me to look closer.
Cedar Waxwings. It must be Christmas. They appeared to be feeding on bugs in the air, which is news to me.
The old oak has its winter fungus. It must be Christmas.
On the way back home, talked to Lorena over the fence. One of her horses contracted "Pidgeon Fever" -- viscious deep open sores. It's a bacterial blood disease, transmitted by flies. She had to nurse the horse for 2 months. No other horses in the neighborhood got the disease.
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