Friday Night: Santa Barbara held it's annual Holiday Parade. We go every year. It's a combination of school bands, dance squads, a few horses and lots of holiday cheer. In past years, my boys rode the 24 wheeler and shouted Christmas greetings aboard the Boy Scout float. This year, Elly, dressed as a fairy, did the same with her girl scout troupe. She claims to have rallied the girls into singing carols the whole length of the parade route. I believe her.
Decided I don't like MyPunchbowl.com. Sent invitations via this recommended site from Oprah magazine and really shouldn't have. Evite is my much preferred method.
Saturday morning: I unpacked the mountain of boxes containing holiday cheer and tried to recreate the magic my mother made last year. My parents visited for Thanksgiving last year and while I attended The Big Sur Writer's workshop, she decorated my house. I walked in late Sunday night and gasped. Was this my house??? This year, I'm on my own. I succeeded, but like my daughter said,"Well, it's nice but you just can't beat Nanny." Who said I was trying for Pete's sake? Oh well. It's done. Now...just the tree.
Saturday Night: Gussied myself up in a sparkly top and waited while Neil caught the first quarter of the OU game against Mizzou. Threw back a Saporro with my friend LynnDee. Departed while OU was up 10-7 and enjoyed a festive evening at Fess Parker's for Neil's annual work party. Home by 9:15. I repeat 9:15. Hmmmm.
Sunday: Big plans for today. Post blog and finish my rewrite on Greenwood Girls. I'm on my FINAL CHAPTER!!!! Ahhhh. It feels so good, especially since I get to reread the whole dang thing next and make notes.
While I work on my weekly critique group critiques, Neil will hopefully fix my dishwasher and put up the outside lights.
Now...back to my rewrite...Happy Holidays!