Adam found this phone for me on Christmas Eve, an amazing deal. It's actually cheaper to operate (i.e., buy minutes for, etc.) than my old dinky trac phone. And with the discounts and sales, the phone itself didn't cost much either.
However, I'm not convinced that I have the brain power to operate this machine. I'm just Too Old!
And I think if he'd handed me a new baby instead, it would have been less trouble. Oh my word! The screeching I did while trying to figure out how it works! Finally, Julia had to help me, but while doing so, I accidentally called an old friend and couldn't figure out how to hang up.
Now ... back to technology that I can manage!
Philip and Kara sent us a Christmas gift, a particularly lovely gift. It's a framed photo of the moment during the proposal when he showed her the ring. I adore this picture. Her expression to me shows utter delight, impossible happiness. Sigh. It's hanging in the hallway where we will see it every day.
Bath and Body Works was having amazing sales, plus I had a coupon we could use if we combined all our purchases. It was highway robbery. Most things we got were about $3. I love this metal candle holder.
We were rather silly. Anna started singing or dancing or some other frivolity in the Christmas clearance aisle of WalMart. Julia is holding a stack of Christmas cards for Adam. We buy them each year on clearance (75% off!), and I hit the mother load, thankfully. It's very difficult to find Christian Christmas cards. I looked in: Michael's, Hallmark, TJ Maxx, Books-a-Million. Not one card said "Merry Christmas," much less any whiff of religion like a Bible verse or a baby in a manger. Not even a Christmas carol. They all say Season's Greetings, Happy Holidays, and all manner of other inoffensive drivel. One box of cards even said, "Nose So Bright" on the front of the card. Really???
People whine and say, "We need to put Christ back in Christmas." I understand their angst. But truly, you can't take Christ out of Christmas, not even if you want to. Without Him, there is no Christmas, there is no holyday, there is no season for joy, bliss, merriness. (Whoa! Merriness is a real word! My computer recognizes it!) You can load your front lawn with reindeer and mount a Santa on your roof and even talk about angels in particularly heretical ways, and still you cannot remove Christ from His own birth. His birth is the crossroads of human history, whether people like it or not. If people don't want Christ in this yearly event, they should become complete Scrooges and retire for the month to their hovels in protest. Meh.
Off my soapbox. Onto the river. These shots were from this afternoon. Adam would say those cloud formations indicate ice crystals, I'm sure.
Happy New Year to you!