It’s not quite 7 a.m.
I’ve been up for two hours and have already driven my friends to the airport, gone to the grocery store and fed the cats.
It’s pouring rain and it’s windy. The roads are wet and dangerous and I could have done without the jackass taxi driver who decided he needed our lane more than we did, but we survived, and it was nice to see the world as it was waking. I love the rain.
(PPH, thank you for your instinct to save us.)
Now my friends are on their merry way to Christmas in the South of France and I am safely back in my own little home with the fat, happy kitties and the sleeping family.
I am surprised that the little boy didn’t wake up when I moved the car in and out of the garage. The big metal door is right under his room and it’s not that quiet.
Last night we drove thirty miles in the rain for my nephew’s 8th birthday party. It was totally worth it. Kids are so funny when balloons and pizza and Pump It Up are involved. Kudos to my sister-in-law for making it happen and for giving out the Pump-It-Up treat bags – these toys are great!
We built some extra time into our trip and stopped at Nothing Bundt Cakes on the way. I know I’ve mentioned this place before, but it’s worth mentioning again. And again. And again.
I always think I’ve surely sampled the very best bundt they have to offer and then they offer me a sample of something else. This time it was the white chocolate raspberry cake. Oh. My. Heavens. Scrumdidilicious. Is that a word? I bought one of those and two of my husband’s favorite, the chocolate with chocolate chips.
After tucking the bag of little cakes safely out of my reach, we headed for the party. We were thirty minutes early. To kill some time, I took the boy over to Walter Andersen Nursery across the road. He didn’t want to go until I told him we could look at the Christmas Trees. I think he might have driven himself after that.
I love wandering around nurseries at the holidays. There are bright red flowers and cheery green trees and lots of wreaths and miniature trains. The ornaments are just half price and the employees all seem full of joy and kindness. I asked for the minimum yard of fresh pine garland at $1.99 a foot. The clerk gave me two yards, charged me for one and slashed the price of that to just $1.50 for the lot of it. Amazing. The little boy picked out this huge beautiful glass acorn ornament for just three bucks. We love it.
We didn’t venture out into the yard of plants and flowers but the view of them in the dusky rain was magical. The smell of the Christmas trees was intoxicating and caused us both to pause at the door a moment before skipping on through to the other side of the indoor showroom. Not a bad way to spend an unexpectedly empty moment in a very busy week. Next year, I might just schedule it in on purpose.
The party was a good ending to the little boy’s day. He jumped in the bounce houses for an hour and a half, nibbled on a slice of pepperoni pizza, poked at a piece of birthday cake then turned to me and said “are you ready to go?” His question was a directive. He wanted me to ask him. I did and we went.
Settling down after that sort of outing is little bit tough for us both. The boy was up and out of his bed two or three times before finally crashing around 9:30. That’s really late for him. When I last looked at the clock, it said 12:35. 😦 Just four hours of sleep. Early to the pillow tonight for sure!
P.S. What’s on your agenda four days before Santa gets here?