Awesome evening. I’m sitting here, drooling over the shepard’s pie I’ll be making tomorrow. So yum. This is a dish I make about once a week. Most of Christmas is packed up. I hit my limit with tripping over the furniture that gets moved to make room for decorations. But it means fully converting my house over to winter, which I absolutely adore doing.
Over my TV is what I call my “fireplace.” A shelf where several candle sit, burning cheerfully, and I can turn off the electric. I’ve moved stuff around this year during clean up and the hammock chair is going in the corner, right under the icicle lights I strung up on the wall, on a timer. A soft brown throw and it’ll be an amazing curl up spot to read or edit. One that my pretty princess can’t steal.
Aside from this, as I’ve said many times, my bed is the coziest spot in my house. The overcomforter is one that’s been around for nearly twenty years and still is as soft as ever. This space is what I have to fight with the cats about. It’s usually amusing.
Part of my heart is always given over to knowing they are safe and happy. Seeing the fear of an abused or neglected animal melt just about makes my day. Any day. Sometimes, when I approach the mattress, and I see one of those faces resting in complete peace… sigh. That’s my moment of peace. And those little buggers know it.
There’ll be a subtle digging in with the back feet. Nestling down into the comforter and a deliberately relaxed, closed-eye “look,” where I’m basically being told- “hey, mom, sleepy here. you wouldn’t wake a resting kitten, would you?”
Or, if you have a cat in your house, you know the pounce that happens when the sheets are “disturbed.” I’ll get two of them that will deliberately sit on the same corner so I can’t lift anything. Sometimes, they even do that when I’ve been asleep so I can’t get out of bed. Little shits.
So while I also enjoyed going outside and playing with my snowblower tonight and watching shoots of glitter snow fly into the air, I have this peaceful, fun, joyous, gently bloop to look forward to, with the twinkle lights on the wall, and my candle fireplace going, and oh, yeah, more murder, death, and mayhem to plot out in my story lines.
Have fun, y’all!