a gorgeous birthday gift – an original Wendy Binks sketch.
Ham and Brie with cranberry sauce sandwiches are actually very nice toasted. In fact, I have come to the conclusion that cranberry sauce goes quite nicely with most meats. At least the left over chicken, ham and turkey still in the fridge since Christmas.
Actually, the turkey is finished and most likely the chicken too.
Which is why the ham is now being matched with the cranberry and I am sitting here with a plate of cheese, dip, crackers and cherries and it is only Monday night.
So did you all have a good Christmas, or what ever celebration you might celebrate at this time of the year?
Despite the fact that some people I know might consider the greeting “Happy Holidays” to be a hijacking of Christmas, I am leaning toward the consideration that is a much more respectful and inclusive greeting considering so many faiths have significant holidays at this time of the year.
Our Christmas break was pretty wonderful.
First we had my birthday on the 23rd. Only twelve more months now of being in my “Fabulous 40’s”.
49 doesn’t roll off the tongue easily and for some unknown reason I seem to regularly slip and say 39. Perhaps it is wishful thinking or maybe I have enjoyed my forties so much I am looking for a do-over.
Chinese food, eaten while sitting on the lounge room floor was the birthday dinner. Simple and relaxed.
Only one glass of wine, I had work the next day and I know too well what a hangover feels like.
No birthday breakfast out. Our little tradition interrupted by the need to report to work by my males. Instead, I was able to spend a big chunk of my morning before work in the (virtual) company of my friend as we “Skyped”.
I love Skype. It is such wonderful technology.
To be able to sit and talk to someone face to face despite thousands of miles between us is something I could only have dreamed of when I was growing up and conducting a long distance romance with a cute boy who lived on a outback sheep station or when my best friend went to America for 12 months on a scholarship to study Math.
Back then, it was all letters (some I might still have along with pressed roses) or a crackley phone call made while knowing that the bill would most likely be horrendous.
Christmas Eve felt a little different this year. No need to wait now for little people to go to sleep so “Santa” could pop the presents under the tree.
Poor Santa hasn’t been left a treat for a few years now and probably skips our place for better pickings elsewhere.
I never sleep in, and so it was simply a job of tucking the gifts under the tree before I made the morning coffee, knowing full well that there would be no sign of the young adults for at least a few hours more.
And despite their state of “grownupness”, there was a little pout when I told them that no presents would be opened until their grandparents arrived at lunchtime.
But I am tough, and it was lovely to include my parents in the fun of ripping wrapping paper.
Talking gifts, I was spoiled. For the longest time I have been making noise about learning to paint in oils.
The stumbling block has been cost and lack of knowledge, but after making a suggestion that Hubby contact my lovely teacher for suggestions of basics (and handing him her business card) I had my fingers crossed for lovely new tubes of colour.
I was not disappointed.
Tubes of paint, bottles of stuff I have no idea how to use, and enough gift vouchers from family and awesome friends for another set of my favorite rather expensive brushes as I have been told that it can be disastrous for oil and acrylic to mix.
There shall be fun times ahead.
Boxing Day was the day I braved the lunatics and the crazies to trade those vouchers in on the brushes and canvases on sale at my favorite shop.
I blame Hubby for suggesting it and happily we took my car which is much easier to negotiate when the crazed zombies take over the shopping centre car-park. (t’was insanity for the longest time).
Blessed with a four day weekend, glorious weather and my shopping sorted, I had time to read a book, go to the beach and eat a large quantity of cherries and mango.
But today, the holiday was over, and I was back to work.
But not until I spent some more time on Skype this morning.
Something new suggested to add to my travel plans. A football game.
You know, the best bit about Skyping with a bestie?
Seeing a real smile. So much better than this :)