December 12

On the 12th day of Christmas, my gift to you?
I'm going to stop the daily blather and go back to only posting when I have something to say.

Old granny is as dry as toast - even I am bored with the snooze fest - apologies.

Nice day today though. I was pretty stressed out this morning that my guest singer wasn't going to show at church, but he didn't let me down. It was a really nice meeting.
Our choir director tried a daring experiment a few months ago - she calls it the "Instant Choir." It's an open invitation for anyone who wants to, to come up on the podium and participate in singing.

We were pretty nervous the first time she tried it - fearing that nobody would come up - but it was actually a huge success.
Turns out a lot of people (even a few of the kids) who don't want to commit their time to the regular choir, are totally willing to lend their voices for just the one meeting.
It's really fun.

After church, we went to visit a lady who helped out a lot with the funeral.
She lost her husband a couple of years ago, and could commiserate with what the family has been through. It was really nice visiting with her.

I was just going to lay down for a minute when we got home, but ended up having a 3 hour nap. When I woke up, hubby had dinner ready - turkey, dressing, the whole schmere just like Thanksgiving.
I'm thinking I should turn all the cooking over to him from now on...

Melissa and I made the drive to take the youngest back to school tonight.
I really don't like going after the sun goes down - those country roads are awfully dark, and the deer lie in wait along the road to jump out and scare the bejeevers out of you.
We saw quite a few of them, but luckily they minded their manners.

Hoping to wind up the shopping this week, and get the neighbor gifts put together. The clock, she is ticking away...
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"Give me the end of the year an' its fun
When most of the plannin' an' toilin' is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin' with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An' I'll put soul in my Thanksgivin' prayers."
- Edgar A. Guest, Thanksgiving