I had a hearing test done the other day, and today The Father called The Doctor for the results of the test. They were pretty good, no hearing aide needed. There seem to be certain tones that I can no longer hear in my right ear. As I told The Father today, my experience with hearing these days much resembles missing the last word of a sentence in German.

The Father also mentioned that on Saturday, he and The Girl are going to The Big City to do Christmas shopping. Perhaps Marley came to him in a dream, who knows. But that makes me feel much better. Although I doubt that he knows what to get me. Oddly enough, I had mentioned to The Girl that what I wanted were speakers for my computer.
She told me that The Boyfriend had a lot of extra speakers, so that should take care of that. I also told her that I did not want any more perfume, for I still have enough Channel #5 to take a bath in- although that thought makes me quiver in horror.

Today I did what I hope was my last shopping trip to The Big City. The only inhabitants of my wallet at this moment are moths.

But the morning started out a bit unsettling, for while The Boy would be home at about 11 and The Baby at 12.30, we discovered early in the morning that the doorbell was broken. The Baby asked me to leave the back gate open a bit, but I couldn’t do that, for it was very windy today and the garbage truck was coming, which means that the dogs would bark their fool heads off for hours. Not to mention all of the packages that I am expecting. I managed ( me, Ms. Hardware) to fix the doorbell a few moments after she left, but, of course, there was no way for her to know that.

But I raced through The City and was home in time to be at the front door when she came home from school.

Silly me, but I could not bear the thought of her going to the back gate, finding it locked and being frightened.

We have always done The Dutch Sinterklaas ( on a small scale) and the American version of Christmas on a large scale.

Knowing how all of the good stuff is gone once the days draw closer, I have already bought most of the Christmas gifts. Oh, I am making a lot of things as well, crafty wench that I am, but still, ordered and paid for.

This morning I was informed that we shall not be doing Christmas on a large scale. In fact, only the children will receive gifts.

I am going to try very hard to get back into the holiday spirit.

Really

Still making gifts, wrapping the same-o and editing this place.

Like MacArthur , I shall return, hopefully sooner than I think.

Tonight the program Popstars is on, one of The Baby’s and that fool sparrow’s favorites.

Being a bit Sudokued out, I am now trying to repair the multitude of broken objects at Casa Kitchen while I sit with her and that fool bird ( the bird loves the show, he/ she just chirps and chirps and chirps for 2 solid hours).

Hey, I can do this, I am , after all, the daughter of a Ranger.

Between preparing for Sinterklass and Christmas, I have had to neglect this place for a while. Many of the gifts are hand made ( read : time consuming).

I have even been to The Big City twice for those *must haves* ( the same darn Christmas paper that we have used forever).

And I am not reacting well to the two flu shots that I have had so far.

Oh well, only one more to go.

Oh, woe is me !

I am searching for Sivani from Andamu.

Oh. I know how to do a Whois, but I should like to hear from her and Whois search is simply so rude, dontcha think .

Today, in my avatar of The Blue Faiy, I jumped on the bus to collect the various and sundry things involved with * Dutch Holidays*.

Now, The Baby received a lovely key chain for her 10th birthday, it was destroyed yesterday.

So, as The Blue fairy really. really had to start arranging things, I gave her a key. Put it in your jeans pocket, I said.

She did not know the The Girl would be home today, and someone stole her key.

I came home and no Baby to be found.

Of course, The Girl called the school, weanie that I am

The Girl and I looked high and low.

What a fear indeed, where is my Baby ?

I have been depressed now for two years. Yup, I know why and nope, I’m not telling.

I seem to have some rather odd sort of body chemistry : anti- depressants do nothing for me. Valium gives me the runs and I have yet to meet a sleeping pill that works.

Oh, poor little me.

So, a while a go, I decided to attempt to leave my state of ..of.. I can’t remember the word- you know, where one simply stares at a table and does nada. So I thought, let’s try doing the things that I used to enjoy doing ( har, here), caring for my fish tanks, genealogy, the garden, even cooking.

Yep, could sit and stare at that table, but my, what plans I have now.

Besides hanging up the bath towels each and every evening.