Sunday, November 23, 2014

A cluster of birthdays amongst friends and family and the prospects of Christmas outings makes my social calendar look fairly promising for the next six weeks as I slide into the new year.

Already  in the neighbourhood and up on the hill behind the back  garden early birds have been flitting about with strings of coloured lights to brighten up November's gloom, and as I arrived at a birthday party last night the lights of the Apex Ski Resort, far in the distant misty hills, lit up the low hanging clouds with a rosy glow.  All is well with the world, and things are progressing as they should, I presume.

Sometimes the long evenings are lonely but they begin and end with sweet phone calls from 'children'   (I use the word loosely and merely to establish their place in the family).  For children per se we have the lovely great grandsons who were present at Grandpa's birthday dinner last night, and the little one who is due to arrive in thirty-four days!  What delights they are and what wonderful memories they stir.......

Ah well, I lack the rocking chair but I have all the other accoutrments that great grandmothers gather around them, - the knitting, the books, the fireplace (gas heater pretending to be a fireplace) and to spice things up a bit with a touch of frivolity the occasional foray into Facebook and Candy Crush....

If I am watching something very interesting on Television or DVD to pass the time, I knit away at long garter stitch scarves with enormous fringes that require little attention, but if I am seriously knitting I am making myself a pretty blue sweater that I hope to finish in due time - due time being about the 15th of December.

For pleasure and relaxation I am reading 'Sidney Chambers and the Shadow of Death' by James Runcie, - one of the Grantchester Mysteries recommended by Stargoose and Hanglands in a recent posting - so lucky to have found it in the library here.

I pick up The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke and the book falls open to Meditations of an Old Woman, and I close it quickly, - it starts with such ugly reality - but then I open it again and read on to the second and third and fourth meditations and it 'sets me to musing....'  Musing I find to be almost a constant with the 'ancient' - I catch myself saying "I remember when" so many times, and then I stop, before I bore the assembled company and establish myself as beyond it in time and space!

So I am off now to put some nice cheery music on the CD, make a batch of orange muffins and consider a string of lights along the porch and a star on the cedar tree!


Barb said...

Hello Hildred, I thought of you this week when I made the orange muffins (I make the recipe in a bread tin and call it "Hildred's Bread"). You sound busy both at home and visiting others. I know it must be lonely without Charles. Our family is here with us for Bob's birthday. Most are skiing, but I stayed home to watch Sam who is napping now. I have a roast in the crock pot, and it's starting to smell very good. Take care!

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

A busy and happy Holiday season coming up! --

November was such a gloomy month back when I worked for a living especially -- going to work and coming home every day in the dark; I couldn't wait for Christmas lights to start brightening up my world!

I know exactly what you mean about the problem of what to call our adult children. (I just used the words 'our Colorado kids" in a post I'm getting ready for tomorrow. And it certainly isn't right for 50ish people who are at least as grown-up as I am! But .... it's hard to say anything else.

Isn't it wonderful to be a great-grandmother with all the privileges EXCEPT that rocking chair!! I love it.

The Weaver of Grass said...

These very long nights must be hard for anyone living alone Hildred. I have one or two friends in your position and that is what they hate most about winter.

Anne at Shintangle Studio said...

I've never heard of James Runcie, but of course the thought of Robert Runcie popped into my head as soon as I saw the surname. I think it's rather sweet that James refers to his father as "a clergyman" rather than a former archbishop of Canterbury. Not riding his father's coattails, obviously. Am I right to assume you'd recommend the Sidney Chambers books? If they're well-written, they sound like something my parents would enjoy.