These days move as fast as the wind which has been sweeping down the canyon shifting the sand from the sage to our patio and walkways. Tumultuous times these. We were, Mr. Ed and I, creative yesterday to take some holiday ideas north for a tiny tree for a tiny apartment. So we dealt with a number of tiny objects some plastic, some metal, some minute screws and a few cuss words. Of course we had spent some time at Walgreens and some time earlier at the dog groomers. Even though Fritz was fluffy and clean and loved he stayed well away from our afternoon craftiness. O what fun Christmas can be. And what a surprise when others see and o and ah about our tiny tree. What a surprise! Oh what can it Be!
Seriously we are getting ready for the new hip and the northern trip. I found this wonderful, amazing site which enabled participation and learning in how to do a hip transplant. This educational site was complete with an instructor, a test, and graphics which moved from procedure to procedure. Both from the standpoint of the patient and the idea of actually being a participant this was a challenge to complete. My orthopedic skills were duly noted. I don't think I could actually do the holding of the scalpel but I certainly could assist. The technology available to learn new ideas from the internet provides the old brain cells more materials than time. It is a good thing that I never was one to faint at the sight of blood but I may err toward the vampire because I find it so fascinating to watch.
Well I spent this morning in my six o clock awakening, reviewing the blogs of my sweet, talented and beautiful family. So I know that yesterday was fun for everyone. Trees are showing already in many living rooms north and south. I swear I will not however bake another sugar cookie until the new year. That is unless somebody else will help eat them. This year Pilsbury's sliced cookies brought back memories of my own grandmother Nelson who always, always had a jar filled with sugar cookies in the pantry when her grandkids came running into the house. My brother agreed the taste and the memory are wonderful at this time of the year. So as Grandma goes north she will need someone to help with a tiny tree, someone to help bake cookies, and someone to eat them. Do you know that someone? Ed already has agreed to be a member of the crew. How about you?
