Well, I don't really like kids......
On the other hand, I think I could be a great Auntie Mame type. As I was dropping HHandbasket at home, she said one of the things she liked about me was that I have so many child-like traits. Not childISH, child-
like. I took it as a compliment (which is how she meant it) because I am finally able to exercise the Little Linda inside me. She's been locked inside for so many years, even back to my very young years. The first rule in the house was ALWAYS "Children are to be seen, not heard." And the first rule for anywhere outside the home was "Keep your hands in your pockets - do not touch ANYTHING." These rules were harshly enforced. Growing up in an alcoholic family is ever so not-boring. If you grew up in one, you know what I mean.
But now. Ahh, now. I am my own parent. I am trying very hard to parent myself better than my parents knew how to do it. And Little Linda gets to be heard and doesn't have to keep her hands in her pockets any more.
I loved putting up the twinkling lights on the small cedar by one front gate. I squeal when seeing things I like. I just love sparkly, illuminated, glowing, shiny things. I'm particularly enthralled with battery-operated, flameless candles. I can put them anywhere and everywhere and no fear of fire. None of the cats will ever sizzle up their whiskers sniffing one. (This has happened in the olden days of lighted, burning candles. I have retarded companion animals. Okay, I have very smart companion animals who sometimes do really retarded things.)
My Bella Piazza wine club bottles are a 2008, Estate Bottled, Montepulciano and a 2008 Stellina. I also bought a bottle of 2008 Old Vine Zinfandel and one of ..... something we drank with lunch. Well, half of it. The other half went home with HH. Dang, what was it? Oh well, after two other wine tasting stints at other wineries (with me choosing to drink water at the second one), I think I can be forgiven for not remembering the wine we drank at lunch when I don't have the bottle right in front of me.
HH loved on Lizbeth and found her good. "Oh, she's been somebody's cat before! She just wants to be a love kitty!" She also said Simba is MUCH larger than he looks in the photos I've posted.
At lunch, we met a nice older couple who allowed us to sit at "their" table. She makes dog treats! Please go to
http://www.petsnax.com/ and check 'em out! She gave us a sample each and her business card. We told her our favorite wineries and insisted she check out BYC although she doesn't have any chickens. Presently.
Dooley and Zorro each took one; Zorro scarfed his down as always and Dooley carefully carried his to a safe spot to inspect, first. He's the funniest dog I've ever had, the way he deals with treats.
Once the adult beverage buzz dissipates, I think I'll put up my Christmas tree. Still haven't found the boxes of ornaments, but the tree comes out of the box fully wired for lights and ready to twinkle. "We need a little Christmas, right this very minute! Candles in the windows and carols at the spinet!"
