#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Too early of a wake-up.. But Frank is awake, and we both end up getting up. I hope for nap that I actually never get. But it’s a special day, a great day, a holiday-ish day. The coming of Christmas. I watch Wave for a bit in the morning. We play transformers. He is eager to have me follow his instructions as they are created in his imagination. Then I am off for my walk at the track. I listen to the poet Marie Howe read poems for an hour in a podcast, Poetry Unbound with host Padraig Ó Tuama: So moving. And then I race home to meet my son at the tent. He’s going to show me how to light and put out the fire in the wood burning stove as I am using the tent tomorrow night for a ritual. We haven’t used the tent since it was set back up recently after last year’s damaging storm. So we have to get the chairs, the lanterns. It’s nice to have time with him in the woods setting this up. So many many many branches down everywhere. A bit discouraging to have to see the mess and pick them all back up when I can. Oh well. Then off to mani-pedis with my youngest at the local salon where they always treat us like friends. I can hardly keep my eyes open I’m so relaxed. Then dashing home to package up cookies to mail to loved ones. Then dashing back home to make the stained glass cookie dough for our evening with Wave tonight. He’s been waiting all year for this. Franci and Will come over. Frank is here. I serve my leftovers from the party last night and we do all the cookie making. Perri sorts the sour balls by color. Wave pounds them into bits with my mother’s wooden hammer. I roll out the dough. We all cut out our shapes and come up with our designs. The sour balls, baked, turn to stained glass. I got this recipe some years ago in a writer’s group I attended. I always let the kids have a stained glass cookie party with friends at Christmas. Now it’s Wave’s second year of tradition. My son even stops by for leftovers and it’s a nice festive happy night in the kitchen. Everyone fed in all ways. Heart, belly, and creative spirit.