It’s Friday. We made it through again, gang. For me it was a wonderful, creative week, though I was certainly saddened by the death of Elizabeth Edwards.
I completed another chapter yesterday–as I’ve said, this book is emotionally challenging for me, the challenge being exceeded only by the rewards. : ) Zounds, this is a good one, if I do say so myself. And I just did, didn’t I?
The house is decorated for Christmas, with a small tree in my office and a 6 footer in the living room. Gone are the pumpkins and pilgrims; now I have the most beautiful Advent candle holder–a Nativity–on the mantlepiece, and a shiny wreath on the kitchen wall. I won’t be here at Christmas, barring a mega-weather front, but still. I love Christmas, and I like to stretch it out. The lights alone delight me almost as much as they did when I was little. (I was the original Christmas kid, along with my brother, Jerry, who is closest to me in age–we also have two sisters, both considerably younger–dubbed December 23 Christmas Eve Eve. “Let’s get this show on the road!” was our motto.) Presents are being wrapped (okay, I admit I’m not doing the actual wrapping) and sent off by mail. Secrets are being bantered about, too.
This weekend, I’ll be at Civic Theatre, one of my favorite places, enjoying their production of “White Christmas”. “The Buddy Holly Story” and “The Cemetery Club” were both so good, I can hardly wait.
Lastly, since Spokane is Bing Crosby’s hometown, the theatre named in his honor has been running marathons of his old movies. I love everyone of them, but I’ll have to be content with DVDs and whatever I can Tivo, because there is only so much time, and I’ve got a book to write, after all.
Which brings me to the title of this blog. I bought a personal oxygen machine from Sharper Image, and I love the thing. It gives me more energy and clears my head.
And that’s the news, for the day and the week, from my kitchen table.