I need a few things from Trader Joes but won't go because it's nuts there on Sundays. All the label studiers and contemplators are out and filling the aisles pondering their decisions on steel cut or rolled oats. This week its worse because of the holiday shopping. Making lasagna and sausage and peppers for Christmas dinner this year. All my ingredients are bought and ready to go. It will be a simple, low keyed event this year, but should be enjoyable.
Our dear friend Anthony Taylor lost his sister and we attended the funeral yesterday. He takes wonderful care of Shannon at her residence. He and I operate on wheelchairs in their family room when needed, always getting them running. This is a guy that always steps up when he is needed. Anthony will be there, no excuses. Their family started out with six kids and only two are left. We felt badly for him and his relatives.
The service was an outpouring of faith and grief, ultimately with an uplifting message for all to carry on in her memory. I am sure she will be missed.
We completed "Playing Nice" a four episode mini series from BritBox yesterday. Its premise was disquieting but subtle like all the series from across the pond. Two couples have premature infants that are switched at the hospital only to be discovered when the little boys are three. The story that ensues bounces between the trauma for the parents and custody battles all taking place in Cornwall with the raging sea as the backdrop. It's worth a look on Amazon Prime.
Still quiet here at nearly 8am with a few Christmas decorations up.
Had to include these guys, slower but still kicking.
Our Iron Butterfly tree, somewhat indestructible




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