Am I returning to my blog so soon? Sigh! No.
I am just temporarily turning a deaf ear to the clamour of clutter
to wish you a Happy St Andrew’s Day on this first Sunday in Advent,
and to bring you the results of my T’is the Season Giveaway, which, as promised, I drew on Thanksgiving Day.
April wins How to Stay Sane in a Crazy World by Sophia Stuart; a beautiful and most suitable book for a blogger who writes about finding beauty everyday. And, Iris, who loves to travel will hopefully be inspired to visit Hollywood (if she hasn’t been there yet) when she reads her giveaway prize, It’s In His Kiss, by Vickie Lester.
Congratulations April and Iris and thank you for your readership of my blog. Would you please send your postal addresses to me at firstname.lastname@example.org ? As it is getting close to Christmas mail rush time, I can’t promise you will receive your books before the New Year, but I will do what I can to speed them on their way. In the meantime, enjoy some of the flowers that were in my house on the day I closed my eyes and picked your names out of a bowl.
I plod on with my de-cluttering exercise. It is slow, tedious work but there are small signs of progress, like this tidy drawer,
and there is the occasional merry moment as when I uncovered a wee newspaper snippet sent by my mother, many years ago, about a Cat’s 12 Days of Christmas: ” On the 12th day of Christmas my human gave to me: 12 bags of catnip, 11 tarter pounce treats, 10 ornaments hanging, nine wads of Kleenex, eight peacock feathers, seven stolen Q-tips, six feathered balls, five milk jug rings, four munchy house plants, three running faucets, two fuzzy mousies and a hamste-e-er in a plastic ball.” Ah, mothers and cats, every bit as good as saints when it comes to encouraging us.
And, you, too, my readers are good, saintly friends and encouragers, (like St Andrew), for keeping me company on my clean-up and clean-out, and for being patient with my inability to read your blogs as much as I would like to. Never fear; in the words of the sign in my grandparents’ incredibly cluttered wash house/outhouse, ‘Don’t be sad, don’t be glum, better days are sure to come.” (After all it is the Advent season. 😉 ) See you soon- ish.