Snow on the ground, and the clouds that bring snow, do something to the light. There's a softening, a dimming: an invitation to stare at that candle flame peacefully, rather than run around doing the last hundred errands, driving through the snow far faster than a one-horse open sleigh could dream of.
By the time I got home, I was without the debit card to our joint bank account, and was also pretty cognizant of having misplaced or lost the go-phone that's all the cellphone I have.
How the subconscious works! I've been receiving message after message recently that I "need" to get an iPhone. Loss of a card from a disjointing account--telling in its own way also.
It should be mentioned that, although I'm great at losing other things, I almost never lose material objects in an annoying way. And so, by today I've tracked down the debit card to the first place I suspected. The physical object returns, the question and/or message remains.
We have places to go and gifts to wrap, but I wanted to show that I haven't lost my "war on the kitchen at festive season" propensity, thanks to my grandmother in Israel. She wouldn't understand making chocolate from scratch, or marzipan for that matter, let alone soaking Brazil nuts pre-dehydrating.
I'm sure it would be really good with store-bought marzipan and chocolate, but making those from scratch made it special for me, even if people couldn't tell the difference (I hope they can)!
Piles of other goodies made already--I'll try to get some more pictures up soon.
Happy Holidays!
