Day Book, Early December

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.


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