With all my focus on preparing—both logistically and emotionally—for Christmas on my own, I never stopped to think that I first have a weekend without my sweetie! Someone asked me at work the other day what I had planned for the weekend and I kind of stared at her uncomprehendingly.
But don’t worry, I haven’t spent all day playing Angry Birds!
Though my 3-star Advent Calendar streak lives on…
No, I actually rose early today and headed off to the farmers’ market all by my lonesome.
I ran into Chef Luca—no picture of him, since he looked very tired. He said he’d gone to bed around 1 am, and risen before sunrise to get to the Matthews market before coming here. He seemed very concerned about my being alone for Christmas, but was mollified when I told him I had plans to get together with friends.
I didn’t spend long there, since I didn’t have much cash in my pocket. I bought everything from one vendor, a new one for us, from Lincolnton—Clearview Farms. That’s where I ran into Luca; he had ordered Cornish hens from them. I also stopped off at the Bosky Acres booth to chat with Matt and pass on a message to Michele. One of the volunteers from the Matthews market stopped by while I was there, to buy some cheese. (I can’t remember her name, she’s the tall, really young one who set up the online schedule for Pauline.)
As I left the market with empty pockets, I realized I had bought only protein. I finished off the last of my casserole last night, so I wanted some chicken leg quarters to cook tonight.
Oh, but I did have just enough money left over for a little breakfast treat from Nova bakery, of course!
Thankfully the rain and clouds have left for the moment, and we are enjoying bright, sunny weather. I went outside to re-count the garlic sprouts.
Still only 13.
Rosie stayed outside while I was at the market, and has been content to stay out there pretty much all day. It’s great weather for a sunbath.
Every once in a while, though, there’s something worth getting up for…like when the dachshunds got loose next door.
Or when the FedEx man came—he needed barking at. I was happy to be able to meet him at the door and wish him a Merry Christmas. Then of course I had to see what else you ordered!
Really? At least they look fresh this time!
So, you see, I’m keeping busy enough. Your stocking is looking a bit plumper than when you left.
There are a couple more gifts by the tree…
…which continues to add a cheerful beauty to the living room.
I’ve even laid a fire in the hearth for tonight, with a little kindling helpfully provided by the big tree out back. We’ll see if I can manage to get it lit without your help!
Still, I’m looking forward just as much to your return as I am to Christmas itself. And so, I suspect, is Rosie.