To see ourselves as others see us -- the "giftie" Robert Burns famously recommended -- is not always pleasant as a plum pudding. And that special kind of sight probably is not the gift a blog gives one, anyway. We bloggers get to examine ourselves by presenting ourselves any way we want into the vast, yet infinitesimal, world of the internet.
It's Christmas Day as I write. The blog I intended ain't gonna happen. I was going to show my grandchildren what Christmas at Aunt Rachel's and Uncle Rob's looks like this year. But for some reason my trusty little cell phone camera only recorded one of the many pictures I took at the Feeney's charmingly Christmased condo.
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| Feeney poinsettia |
This is the only picture that survived, and it is the most unrepresentative of the Feeney decor. NO dwarf Santa standing watch in the hall. No nine-foot tree. No lights, no candles. No stockings festooned around.
Here's another kind a giftie, from an earlier occasion:
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| Anniversary mailbox receives a touch of red. |
I gave Roy a dark green mailbox, green because the dark red one (which would have matched our household color scheme) did not come in this larger size. Being "Roy", he immediately
saw it in glowing yellow and proceeded to make it so. And, being Roy, he reset the post before screwing the box to the platform, then took down the long-unused newspaper box and added its post to our garden stair. Our newspaper delivery drivers need a huge target, it seems -- the driveway.
Wayland has been bit by the "wellness" bug. Even Santa and his elves are put through a fitness workout. This is a giftie of good humor.
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Outside the chiropracter's, I think.
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My art-shot of our tiny, lit, evergreen reflected
on the hood and windshield of the Accord. |
In a small way, this shows the giftie of colored lights and the beauty
of many man-made objects and situations.
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And here, my Valentine gift bear, Henri Hatherill Pritchard, rides our Christmas train
around our tree. This year's magnificent tree had branches so low to the ground
that they touched the carpet full circle. We had to trim branches over
and over to allow Henri room to stay seated for the whole circuit.
Roy didn't have enough curved track to make a wider circle. Next Christmas . . . |
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Roy, a great gifter, has taking to gie-ing me embroidered
cards with his own verses inside. And still occasional flowers. |
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| And then there are God's gifts, such as this glowing moon seeking us through gusting clouds. |
THANK YOU
