It just so happened that winter was the start to the Holiday Season and well, Christmas would show up roughly around the end of the month, so we decided to go all out with decorations. Potter's Nursery not only had Christmas trees that we could have planted in our yard; all it required was a backhoe. Just dig a hole and shove that tree; roots and all in the hole, cover it up and give'er a ton of water. Not only that, they had realistic looking reindeer. So why the heck not. At least with the jewels that we sold, we could afford to go all out and besides, it was our first property that we ever owned.
There were decorations to put up and yummy Christmas treats to make. That was part of the reason why I liked Christmas so much. So many delicious treats and a sumptuous meal. Of course we still had three weeks to go before Christmas, so well, there was a lot to do before then.
Putting up the Christmas lights was going to be a task in and of itself but the laborious task in front of me of clambering up a ladder and stringing up the lights was actually, since it was the first time that I'd ever done it on a property that we owned, something that I was genuinely looking forward to. Perhaps it would grow mundane and tiresome after a while, but I was going to enjoy it while the novelty lasted.
Still we had to run errands; getting skill books and other things...including a trip to the grocery store in order to get the ingredients that we needed to cook a nice Christmas dinner. At least if we had the turkey in the freezer, then we wouldn't have to worry about the mad Christmas rush on the poultry aisle in the local Safeway. I don't know about you but one of the banes of Christmas shopping is dodging the other Christmas shoppers who have waited until the last minute to buy gifts.
Evidently Environment Canada had definitely been right with the weather forecast since it had snowed without ceasing since last night. As far as I knew, Sally was out hunting gemstones and well I had things to do in downtown Vancouver. Vancouver was a pain in the posterior end to drive in especially with the start and stop traffic and people jamming the noses of their cars into your path as you're driving at a snail's pace down Hastings Street. So much for Christmas cheer since everybody seemed to be in a foul mood and traffic wasn't doing much to mollify anyone's temper. Yay...Merry Christmas.
River had plenty to do since she had commissions that she had to complete sitting on the easel waiting patiently for her to finish up and package them for shipping so that kept her quite busy.
Upon coming home, after negotiating the mindnumbingly manic traffic in downtown Vancouver, to unwind, I ended up grabbing a bite to eat from the fridge. There was no place to park downtown and the brain-dead drivers wouldn't hesitate to crawl up your behind so you had no chance to snag a parking spot because you had no way of reversing to parallel park. It was an infuriating business to try to get anywhere in downtown Vancouver. Half the people driving downtown had no business behind the wheel since it wasn't certain that they knew what the hell they were doing and were more a danger to everyone else on the road as well as to themselves.
And after I was done eating, I went downstairs to use the potion table. Hopefully I wouldn't blow myself to kingdom come by mixing the wrong chemicals and creating glyceryl trinitrate - C3H5N3O9. Yippee yeehah...KABOOM. That'll be the topper to a fun day downtown. I was trying to figure out the chemical compound for that Young Again Potion - C3H4N2O3 in a certain order. Yeah...get that wrong and you're going to end up young again...in molecular bits and pieces.
Sally was a great dog. She was still out in the snow diligently sniffing her way around trying to find more gemstones, precious metals and rocks. She was the backbone of our financial security and we wanted to make sure that she was well-taken care of. So she had a nice comfortable bed and we made sure to keep her food topped off, as well as paying her lots of attention when she was home. She was a special dog...and we made sure that she knew it.
We knew just how lucky we were that we'd managed to adopt Sally, because we were snug in a nice bed; inside of a comfy home with plenty of food to eat all because of Sally's innate ability to track, locate and dig out gemstones and precious metals as well as the pricey space rocks that were the cornerstone of the financial wealth that we had managed to put together. It was a far cry from when we were broke and penniless freshly thrown out on the street by Mother Dearest. We were fortunate and hopefully would remain so.
At least with money in our pockets, we had a sense of security and the knowledge that "mother dearest" could never hurt us again.
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