Outside my window, there is snow. The sun is trying to shine through thick clouds. The trees are entirely bare.
I’m listening to the clinking of glasses and dishes as O empties the dishwasher. (We switched jobs yesterday.) The girls are building with dominoes. Tchaikovsky’s Serenade for Strings.
On the needles: I’m trying to finish M’s St Nicholas Day hat, in bright pink Misti Alpaca. With Pom-Poms. (Photos to come.)
In the kitchen: Yesterday I cut up a roast for today’s beef stew. My mouth is watering thinking of it. Carrots, potatoes, onions, peas… hungry yet?
Thinking about: Penelope, wife of Odysseus, and her story of faithfulness. I’m also thinking about Matthew 26, the sheep and the goats. I don’t want to miss Christ in the guise of the thirsty, the hungry, the naked, the sick, the imprisoned.
Grateful for: last week’s Thanksgiving celebration at my parents’ home. They had several friends we’ve known for years and years. What a gift from God, to be friends over decades.