Here is the song I usually post on this day - it seems appropriate:
I have very fond Christmas memories of my father conducting the church choir in much of Handel's Messiah. This one stuck with me.
I got the tree set up in the front room - a day late but it is out there blinking away.
Read more at your own peril - it is, predictably, just more of the same.
Yesterday was unseasonably warm so I got a lot done. The day started with a nice moonrise:
That was followed by a nice sunrise:
I then turned a nice catalpa bowl:
As Rabel pointed out, it has a knot in it. But what it also has is astounding chatoyance, which is difficult to photograph, but in motion that bowl reflects light in the most amazing way:
During the course of the day I ran a mile and also walked two miles including a jaunt up a hill in the woods:
That's my friend Mary and her dog Meggie - we manage to walk a lot of miles together and for that I am thankful.
I also watched "Irma La Douce", with Jack Lemmon and Shirley MacLaine. The director, Billy Wilder knew how to squeeze the best performance out of Jack Lemmon, that's for sure. As with other Wilder movies it almost seems as if all the scenes, gags, jokes and assorted stage business are just a set up for the final joke at the end. I hadn't seen the movie in a while so I had forgotten what that gag was, and it was amusing to see it again. Lou Jacobi steals every scene he is in, but with a character named Moustache how could he not? Also, Kiki the Cossack is played by none other than Yeoman Rand, how about that?
I have spent so much time typing this post that now the sun has risen on a wonderful Christmas day:
So there you have it - another slice of life, a day like many others, boring, same-same, and for that I am grateful. I will drive over to my old neighborhood this afternoon for conviviality, food, laughs and good times. I should be home before the sun sets on me in that town.