Yes, sitting on the sofa on the porch. I have been doing domestic things instead of plopping myself in one spot at the PBC & Roadhouse and pontificating. Gathering leftovers and bagging them for freezing . . . cutting up a ham for slices later on . . . grinding up the chunklets of ham remaining for h-o-m-e-m-a-d-e ham salad. (The proceeding typed out approximately to the rhythm of “Bringing in the Sheaves”.) Then I put a roast into cook and then I made cupcakes and then I browned Sydney’s ground chuck for his special dietary rice and meat and dogfood supper. (Now that sentence was quite a bit like alternate lyrics squeezed into the Twelve Days of Christmas rhythm. )

Maybe you are stuck back on the cupcake section. Yes, I can understand that; that is sooo not AmeliaJake. Actually, I am hoping that Summer will decorate them and leave me in peace. Of course if Colin comes in first and sees them and yells, “CUPCAKES!!!!” it could be bad since Summer is in spirit a wolverine. Oh, well, let the games begin.

UPDATE: YES!!!!!!

Tomorrow is “tree day” as in bundle up and trudge out and select a spruce or fir and saw it down and put in on the wagon and haul it back to the barn and pay for it and have it bagged and stuck in the trunk. This is only the lead-up, however, to the “putting the tree up” which for years involved the stand, usually strong cord and frustration. Things have gotten a lot better, though, since I invested in my beloved Krinner tree stand. I just need to remember to cut the tree low to the ground so we will have plenty of stump.

I are so fond of this stand . . . I’m swooning.