Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Extraordinary Ordinary

Last night we went to a local tree lot to pick out a tree. We literally took the first Frasier Fir we saw. It was perfect so what was the point in looking for better? When we heard they were $10 off, we almost bought two (kidding). I missed the traipsing through the snow through the rows of trees in search of THE one, watching T. Bone ambush his Grandpa with snowballs and Miss Bit make snow angels, taking our annual musical hat photos, and then caravanning back to a nearby watering hole for a little Christmas cheer. Sadly, this year we had to skip our tradition to get trees with Grandma and Grandpa in their neck of the woods lest we want to wait until New Years to put it up. And truth be told, there's no snow to traipse through or play in and I know we will don our silly hats to take pictures another time. Hubby smartly suggested we stop at our own local establishment to carry on the tradition of sharing some Christmas cheer. When we entered to see a complimentary wing buffet, it seemed as if it were meant to be. T. Bone snubbed the wings..."too spicy," he declared while Miss Bit licked her plate clean.

While hubby got the tree in a pail of water, I cued up the movie. We all settled in to watch A Nightmare Before Christmas. About 5 minutes in Miss Bit asked, "When's the action going to start?" She wasn't much enthralled by the psychedelic singing underworld. T. Bone was glued to the I Pad ogling over goggles. The more kaleidoscopic the better. He starts ski club Friday even though we have no snow. At least it's cold so they can make some. It's cold outside, but snuggled up beside Miss Bit I was toasty and warm.

Yesterday was really the best kind of day. An extraordinary ordinary day. Nothing special, and yet filled with precious prizes.

I have high expectations for today too. As I write here from my office, otherwise known as the kitchen table, I cannot help but laugh at the critters who have literally worn a path from the pines to the stump we call the buffet. The grass still a subtle shade of green for the most part is tramped down and russet colored on the route they travel all day long. A hawk is sitting quite still, except for his quick darting beady eyes, on a low branch on the outskirts of the yard. Clouds have covered the sun since she rose. I'm eager to get out and walk on this day that looks and feels like just what it is: one of the last days of fall. Then I'll come home and do a little baking, but I don't have to make dinner because last night's (pot pie) has become tonight's. After school, we'll shop for goggles, do homework and finish watching our movie. After dinner, we'll put up the tree. Before bed, we'll give thanks for another extraordinary day and pray for more of just the same.

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