It's a cloudy morning here near the nation's capital, and the cat is sprawling over more than his allotted space on my tiny computer desk. In fact, it's not really his allotted space to begin with, but I tolerate his intrusion because he's so darn cute. We had a very light dusting of snow last night. As I gaze out my den window, I see the roofs across the street looking very seasonably white, and the Christmas spirit within me is made even a little stronger.
Ah, the season! So far we've had the tree decorating party, seen the Santa Claus Parade, welcomed The Holiday Train, had our Christmas potluck at linedancing, and attended a concert at the National Arts Centre in downtown Ottawa. Yesterday, fiddle teacher and I enjoyed our own Christmas jam (as in music rather than spread) of sorts. She had a Christmas CD with an accompanying music book. We sight-read the music and tried to play with the CD – she did and I tried. I was pleasantly surprised with how well I sight-read and kept-up with some of the dozen or so tunes that we played. I did a lot better than I thought I would and had a lot of fun. It was a treat after the last lesson; you might remember that I felt stupid that day. Oddly enough, she didn't recall that outing as being particularly horrific.
To top it off the seasonal good feelings, the kids, Bug and Puff, are scheduled to land in Toronto sometime today after their three month sojourn in South East Asia. They'll spend a week or so with Puff's family before boarding the bus to visit us. As plans stand, we'll celebrate Christmas with them rather early, around the sixteenth, in order to give them plenty of time to prepare to head out to Vancouver where Puff is set to begin a new job in January. While having them move across this vast country is not a pleasing prospect, we'll be happy in their company while we can. Meanwhile, we have two more Christmas concerts to look forward to this weekend … and the cat has repositioned himself back to his supposedly allotted space … so life is good.