It’s Sunday morning after the first full week of the marathon month of December. I’m just sitting in my recliner glad that I don’t have anything that is a “must-do” today.

Last week was full; Sunday church choir and chicken duty (which doesn’t sound like much but since they live 45 minutes away, the duty takes two hours). Monday was my Book Club party where we ate delicious food and reviewed the monthly selection of James Patterson’s Twelve Topsy-Turvy Very Messy Days of Christmas.

 

The book was totally not anything I would have chosen but I’m glad it was. It turned out to be a very entertaining book.  Amazon describes it as:

At Christmastime, a family of three are missing someone dear to them. Until unexpected guests begin to arrive at their empty house, filling it with Christmas memories in the making.

Tuesday was the Exercise Ladies luncheon (even though we don’t exercise as a group anymore, we can still eat) and Wednesday was haircuts and my Quilt Guild party.

My quilt Guild has been working on a Christmas “Block of the Month” quilt top since May. For the party, we were asked to bring in our quilt tops that had at least five blocks completed. Since I’m a notorious over-achiever, I brought in the finished quilt (which I spent a lot of hours working on the last two weeks).

Thursday was my library volunteer day and after the Great Hunter got home from work, we took advantage of the beautiful almost 70-degree weather to put up the outside Christmas lights (yeah, I know, a little late—but better than never). We didn’t kill each other, but we came close a time or two. Lol.

My daughter held a “Last of the Forties” birthday party on Saturday. I’m not sure how she could be forty-nine because that would make me…six months from being a SEPTUAGENARIAN!!!  I saw this really cute voodoo doll (or I suppose it’s more politically correct now to call it a “dammit doll”) pattern and I knew it would be a perfect gag gift for her. My daughter is a nurse. The last three years have been very difficult for the nursing profession and she sometimes comes home after twelve or thirteen-plus hours tired and frustrated. What better way to take out frustrations than by sticking a pin in?

To end the week, we drove to a “Christkindl Markt” in Hermann, with our youngest and his wife.

If you’re a fan of Hallmark movies (sorry, I’m not–too sappy, too predictable) there is a new movie out called “A Christmas Vintage” set in the wine country of Hermann, Missouri. Many of the places we stopped and shopped were featured in the movie and the stores bore the banner proclaiming they were included in the movie.

This next week of the Marathon Month, my calendar is not quite as full (yet) which means I can get started on wrapping the mounds of packages that have been deposited on my front porch in the last week and maybe even some time to work on other gifts I want to make.