Blogged Down

Tis the season to be jolly, busy, crazy, and a bit blogged down. Between Christmas cards, Christmas cookies, Christmas company and Christmas shopping, I've had no time for this journal.

First, an update. Pumpkin is still referred to as "he." Seems one of Pumpkin's jewels has not yet reached the proper depository. The good Dr. McCormick , therefore, gave Pumpkin's manhood a stay of execution. "Two months," he said. "Then bring Pumpkin back." Now, Pumpkin? HE is a happy cat.

Annie flies in from Seattle this morning. So, we'll spend some time enjoying the Christmas festivities in Spokane, especially the Davenport lobby. My grandmother Brown lived at the Davenport for a while when I was a little girl. When our kids were little, we started a tradition of having lunch there on the Friday after Thanksgiving. Then, the hotel closed down. We were happy to see it open again, and, though we've not exactly renewed the Thanksgiving tradition, we try to at least stroll through the lobby during the holiday season.

After the Davenport, we're off to Annie's favorite Spokane restaurant, where our Irish eyes smile while enjoying the stew at O'Doherty's. Then, some shopping, the trip home and a "family bonding" gathering at Second Avenue Pizza. Willie leaves tomorrow to spend Christmas with Debbie and her family in Boise, so tonight will be the Love family gathering.

We learned the other day that it's possible we may soon be living somewhere other than our home of 27 years on Great Northern Road. Therefore, this Christmas on our little farm where the kids spent their childhood chasing frogs, ice skating or wandering the fields will be cherished.

A good day to all.