Roses from Joe
Our Tree a few years ago at the ranch.May the Lord Bless and Watch over you
and your loved ones this Christmas 2008,
And may He bless and prosper
the work of your hands in the New Year 2009!
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Joe got me beautiful long stemmed red roses for my Christmas gift. It's too difficult to figure out what to get for him so I didn't try to buy anything. The family sent him shirts and maple syrup, and me a new printer, which I'll put to good use, once I go buy some paper. I haven't got one sheet of paper in this house except post it notes.
Yesterday while I was gone to the clinic etc., we received a very nice Christmas gift. Someone, we don't know who, came and shoveled our sizable cement drive area in front of the garage door. (Our driveway is gravel to the road though). Joe asked if I knew who shoveled the drive and I said "I thought you had shoveled it". I haven't even got a clue who might have done it. Joe said a couple of dark haired kids. So ..... whoever came and shoveled out our garage door, we thank you very much. That is truly what Christmas is about, in my opinion.
We have snowy weather, blowing the drifts, and lots of small flakes falling. Can't quite tell how much has fallen because of it being blown around but maybe 5 or 6 more inches? For some reason, it feels like a dreary day out there, and I don't want it to be dreary. I want it to be beautiful. There is beauty in small parts. It will probably be more beautiful when it clears up. It doesn't feel very cold. Guess it got down to about 4 in the night and is about 20 now. Well, enough of the weather report. We're snug here in the house.
I had asked Joe to take me out for dinner today, but then decided yesterday, I didn't really want to do that after all. And now I'm glad not to go out in the weather. I just don't want to do a big dinner, the cooking, and have a bunch of leftovers to deal with. Joe says he doesn't care what we do. So we're having T-bones and pumpkin pie. I forgot to get the whipped cream yesterday though.
O. Henry's short story "The Gift of the Magi" is still well known. It was published in 1906, and he wrote it while sitting in a booth at the front of Pete's Tavern in New York City. It's the story of a young couple, Jim and Della, who are very much in love and very poor. They can barely afford Christmas gifts. But Jim wants to buy Della tortoise shell combs for her long, beautiful hair. And Della wants to buy Jim a fob chain for his one prized possession, his pocket watch. Jim sells his pocket watch to buy the combs for Della's hair, which she no longer has because she sold her hair to buy the fob chain. And of course, Jim no longer has the pocket watch.
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