EACH HAS A MEMORY
The snowman bucket was given to me by my good pal, Pammie Poo. I use to put it by the fireplace in the living room but Sam cat kept stealing the little Scoby dog that my sister gave to Puppy when he was small.
The rabbit in the bucket was under the tree on Puppy's first Christmas. The snowman box was given to me by my oldest and dearest friend, Linda. Each year at Christmas we spend a whole day together. When Puppy was small he thought Santa was a 4' 10 " lady from Georgia.
The nutcracker was something I bought years ago when I lived alone with my two chow chows, Chu Tu and Ling Ling.
The reindeer is battery operated and will walk and the red nose glows. My Mother gave this to Puppy when he was just a tiny boy and he loved to watch it.
The Angel was another present from my best friend Linda and the cake candle was given to us by our dear neighbors. I love the smell and just will not burn it. I drag it out each year to make the house smell like Christmas.
These decorations have taken the place of the shamrocks as they were beginning to look rather limp and raggedy so they were banished to the basement. After Christmas I guess that corner will look rather empty.
Like the little red hen, I finally got the tree decorated. I finished putting the icicles on it Sunday evening then I turned out all the lights except the tree and sat and gazed at the tree. Mimi and Prince joined me on my staring mission. Yes, they had wine but I had my own design cocktail. I make it with Peach vodka and Crystal Light Sunrise. It has less calories and sugar for us diabetics so it is better for us than wine.
Saturday evening Prince and I went to his company Christmas party at an old house named Riverview out off Gallatin Road. This couple bought it and fixed it up and they have all kind of events and parties there. The couple live upstairs and Prince worked with the lady at one time. They have did alot of work since we went to Cat's daughter wedding a few years ago.
Today I took Mimi to her Garden Club party and I do believe she was the youngest member and she is 88. Most were either 90 or announced that they would soon turn ninety. It was a nice meal and I enjoyed hearing stories of by gone days. I do believe that none of them garden anymore. Thus it is a Garden Club in name only.
Before we left I baked two loaves of Amish bread and made four new starter for future loaves. When we returned we or mainly Me stirred up the first batch of fruitcakes. The batter got so stiff, Mimi went and asked Puppy to help and he whipped the remaining dry ingredients into the fruit mixture in no time flat. We got six nice cakes and we used this fresh nutmeg that my pal, Carol had given us. That will probably make them the best ever.
I know lots of folks laugh and make jokes about fruitcakes but if you have not had one of ours then you really have not had a really GOOOOOD ONE. The secret is not to be stingy with the ingredients especially the whiskey and if you really want to make them cry for more use Jack. If you do not know who Jack is then you do not know whiskey. The finest whiskey is made in Lynchburg Tennessee.
Now for a funny on Maggie. Prince was getting her to chase the squirrels off the bird feeders as he ate his breakfast. Finally Maggie went and got her Hedge hog and showed the squirrel that this is what will happen to you if I catch you. I thought Prince was gonna fall out of his chair laughing.
The Kitty Justice is that it has been a long day and now I plan to put the fur to bed.