Hello,
Leroy and I had written our Christmas
letter before this last weekend, but just had copies made and it sat on the
table while we were gone. For some reason we did not print off a copy to
proofread. The printed copy helps me to see the mistakes. We were in just too
much of a rush. After coming home, I just kept doing other things. Last night I
read through it and marked all of the errors. When Leroy came home I told him
that I was embarrassed to send it out in its present condition. He agreed.
Uncharacteristically for us we ignored the money we had spent to have it copied
and proceeded to make changes, even a little bit of text changed. I feel much
better now and I hope Leroy does too. We will work on it tonight and into the
weekend. I work tomorrow so I cannot be here to do much. Also, in the evening
we are invited to an open house. Not much time there. We go to church Sunday
morning with sometime in the afternoon for decorating the church tree. I hope
someone tells me a little to the right or a little higher or something, because
that is not my skill in life.
My list of non skills seems to grow
when I am not looking. What are my skills? My boss and fellow workers tell me
that I am good with the public. Sometimes they even step aside so I can do it.
I believe that means they are not as comfortable as I am.
Our tree is still in the box so we
will possibly get it up this weekend as well. Because I did not finish this so
fast, the tree is now warming up in the living room as its attic home is quite
cold today. Other decorations are doing
the same so we can handle them without getting cold hands.
One thing nice about the cold is that
it cools the bean soup that we had for supper. Love that enclosed back porch! We
had Brussels sprouts from the front garden as well as kale in recent days. A
little bit of cabbage (small heads) went into the soup tonight. We had corn
bread with applesauce and drizzled with molasses. It was all accompanied with a
glass of great apple cider. I do like winter when all is snug and sheltered.
Paula
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