The bees had a festive time.
And so did we.
Chris and I got, finally, our own stockings. Handmade by Lulu.
Some of the best gifts were old ones.
A while back I asked my parents about a picnic basket they had when I was a kid, that had belonged to my grandmother. They made like they’d given it away, but look what I got on Christmas Day:
My mom can’t quite believe I’m so excited about such a battered old thing. But it’s an authentic Hawkeye Refrigerator! It’s lined in metal! It has a compartment for ice! (Or, these days, freezer packs.) No more cruddy plastic cooler for Park Day lunches!
The best gifts, I think, are the unconventional ones.
Yes, he got Christmas presents. But not long after the gift-opening, this is what I found him doing. Playing with the typewriter box.
This week I’ve been listening to Vespertine by Björk. I have never listened to Björk, just as I have never used an umlaut on this blog. But the album is perfectly quiet and otherworldly for this out-of-time week, this verging on a new year.
Hope your week is peaceful and thought-provoking.