Woo hoo, it's Friday, and I'm once again full of little thoughts to empty out of my head into a multi-tasking Freewheeling Friday.
Image from Google Images
I usually try to do my best to ignore the whole getting older thing, but this week it kind of slapped me up the side of the head, or to be more exact, right in the mouth. I had to have a tooth pulled. I tried to avoid it, but after 2 root canals, root surgery and lots of money, they said it had to come out. It is (or was) a back tooth and will soon have a shiny new implant in it's place so I'm not quite as tooth-impaired as the picture above, but I sure felt like it for a day or so this week.
In a departure from showing imperfect pictures of my grandkids and my dog, I want to show a picture of my imperfect angel. She has been on top of every Christmas tree of my life and on top of my parent's trees before I was born. She got a new dress sometime in the '80s, but her wings are the same one's she got when someone rang a bell. Her face is a little cracked, but whose isn't when they have been around as long as she has? (As far as I know, she still has all of her own teeth).
We have usually shoveled (okay, Doc has usually shoveled) about two feet of snow by this time in December, but this year there has been no shoveling because we have had no snow. Right here in the middle of Colorado...no snow, so it was fun to wake up this morning to at least a little dusting. It is beginning to look a lot like Christmas, which reminds me......................
My 8 year old grandaughter, Hope, is playing the little girl who doesn't believe in Santa in It's Beginning to look a lot like Christmas, an updated musical version of Miracle on 34th Street at a local theater. She has had several performances with two more to go this weekend. She loves the singing and dancing and knows all of her lines and everyone else's. It is a great story of faith and believing and has left me with no doubt that Santa is real.