knee deep in weeds

a personal photo journal

silly dog

“People shouldn't be embarrassed just because they get caught acting a little silly.”
― Charles Schulz

the week is full of beautiful sunshine, frost and Christmas.
for the first time in years, i feel the urge to celebrate the
whole of the season, doing something Christmas-like each day.
for years my job was to create Christmas, but this year
i set out to do the things that make the season
special for me:
he and i go to the Botanical Gardens to see the lights
i bake new cookies that sound good to me
we go to dinner with close friends
i listen to cheesy Christmas music on Spotify (and sing)
i watch Elf for the the umpteenth time
i cut back on the decorations in favor of just sitting in front of the tree,
and i think hard about where i might make donations that really count.

i am working on teaching the dog how to catch a Frisbee,
which might work out better if i could throw it right, but we
still enjoy the process. one afternoon we are out practicing and he losses
interest and wanders off, only to return with what i think is some kind of rope
in his mouth. upon further inspection i come to the conclusion it is
simply the long tail of a rat, a real, once-alive rat. i reach into my pocket
and offer him a treat for the exchange, and grab it with a poo bag.
i should write a book titled, Things I Have Pulled from Baker’s Mouth.

at seven months he is about the same height that Basil was,
but longer. he is lanky and deer like as he prances and leaps,
with such grace, around the yard. he has a few bad habits, that are my fault
because i could not resist his puppy face, but we are working on them
now and he is learning. he makes us laugh and keeps us from reading
or watching TV all day long!

one night one of the boys call to tell me he and his brother (and their wives) have planned Christmas this year,
all on their own. i am dumfounded and ecstatic as he fills me in on the details. it feels so good to let it go,
to ask what i can bring or do, and not have to plan it all. i wonder why as mothers, we often feel
we have to keep up with old traditions. the smart thing is to let them evolve and grow, like our families.
the important thing is to take all the goodness in and open our hearts to every possibility.

“...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

have a wonderful week,
Xo. Cathy

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