Something Waits Beneath It...

 These first days of January have been some of the hardest days, the loneliest days.

 I took down of all the Christmas decorations while binge watching Schitt's Creek.  It is a comedy I tried watching before but lost interest in.  Last week I saw a photo of the Beekman 1802 store in Sharon Springs, New York, and they had changed their facade to look like Rose Apothecary, a tie in to the show.  My kids have been telling me to watch, so while taking down the Christmas tree, a depressing job on a good day, it was a welcome distraction.  Tyke and I were big Second City TV fans back in the day, so seeing Eugene Levy and Catherine O'Hara is always a treat.  Just finished season one, put way all the boxes and bags of the holidays...

 Earlier in the week I stopped by the thrift where all the Christmas was 75% off, and bought this angel for a buck.  She is so well made and quirky that I fell in love.  She was signed by the artist, so I looked her up on facebook and saw we had a mutual friend.  I would not like to tell her that I bought her angel and all the beautiful work involved for a dollar.  I guess I just like to rescue hand made things that maybe were not appreciated in a previous life. 

 We had a small snowfall, enough that I had to shovel the driveway and clean off the car.  It felt so good to be out there.  I love snow, but I am glad that we didn't have a white Christmas.  It would have broken my heart, for loving a snowy day was something my sweetie and I looked forward to.  A pot of soup on the stove, something in the oven and a cozy nap.  It was heaven.

 The flowers I bought myself for Christmas are still lovely two weeks later.

 I made more of the pizza rolls that Penny and I also made on New Years Eve. I made pizza rolls every year for New Year's Eve, so the kids always ask me to save them some.  Jon brought the babies by and Kris, Doug and Penny came by to visit. (Really they come to snuggle babies!)  My little granddaughters are crawling everywhere, pulling themselves up on the furniture.  Irene talks and talks, Stevie observes, and they both love to laugh.  Penny is back on schedule, school, cooking class, swim lessons, scouts and Harry Potter.  Love having them here so often.

Left to right Sue, Tyke, Me, Ron on guitar, Connie and my brother Larry.
Don't remember who was on the other guitar.

 I post this photo because of my longtime BFF Sue, and a single photo she sent me this weekend.  It was a photo of a trash can filled with shredded paper...she asked, guess what this is?  I knew immediately, Sue had shredded our youth!  Sue was the keeper of our youth, by keeping a diary.  For years she wrote every night about what happened, or didn't happen.  We were young lonely girls who couldn't get a date.  We were unlucky in love but had so many great times, happy times and a friendship that has lasted over 50 years. I could call her and ask, what happen on May 25th in 1974 and she would tell me how we were at a party at Marci's and there was this new guy who showed up.  He danced with Penny and then kissed her, I mean really laid on one her...Penny's in love, I think she's crazy.  She'll never see him again, or something like that. (That really happened and that guy was Tyke.)  I texted Sue,  NOOOOOOO, not the diary!  I then called her and we talked, and talked and laughed and cried. Sue is that friend that you can pick up right where you left off.  She knows my life, my family, we shared eighth grade through HS, even worked at the same law firm and she was there the day I met Tyke and I was there the day she met her hubby Laury.   Sue was embarrassed and did not want her kids someday reading all the silly stuff girls write.  I, on the other hand want my kids to know everything, though they really don't want to know.  Anyway, it sent me to my archives, a plastic storage container in the basement and found some treasures of my own.  The photo above is one of them.  A sweet way to spend the evening, reliving so many happy memories. 

"I prefer winter and fall,

when you feel the bone

structure of the landscape--

the loneliness of it; the dead

feeling of winter.  Something

waits beneath it, the whole

story doesn't show.

Andrew Wyeth

 Thanks for stopping by and for your kind and comforting comments.

They mean so very much to me.

Enjoy this beautiful day.

Love, Penny