Pretty quiet today. Some days you have to do necessary things to keep your home running well. We did a few errands and this afternoon, it’s sort of a regroup and planning the rest of the week. We have a cookie exchange Sunday and that means one day will be cookie baking day. The dogs will love it. And so will the Babe.
I have started to read a series by fellow Nebraska Writers Guild member Bonnie Lacy. She also wrote a Rage Rising: My Walk Through the Dark Tunnel of Anger, which I just finished. It was a remarkable story. I can understand how anger can bubble up from within a person, especially when a number of terrible things happen one after another. You may find her at the website: http://www.bonnielacy.com. You can find her books, read about her, and correspond with her if you wish. Her second book I’m reading is called “Released, The Great Escapes Series.” It already feels like a book I want to spend time reading and finish soon. That is how I want to write. I want to tell compelling stories. I want to tell stories that make you want to spend the time with on a free afternoon.
I’m just about finished with the Christmas tree. I was going to add a lot more ornaments but decided it had enough. I don’t want to overload it. The ornaments I didn’t put up are a collection of official White House ornaments from 1999 until now. I am collecting them for our grandson Joell. I thought he might like them to remember the time his dad worked in Washington, DC. Those ornaments are pretty cool. This year, it’s a replica of the helicopter used to transport President Eisenhower, the first president to use the helicopter. Last year, it was Truman’s White House.
I have enjoyed buying these each year, and reading about the history behind the ornament and which President it honors. They are about $25, and well worth it. They are from the White House Historical Society.
As kids, my brother and I walked to an area the fire department would flood every winter in a local park for ice skating. There is now a city swimming pool where the site was. We walked quite a way to get there, then put on our skates, and skated around until we were too tired and too cold, and then put our frozen boots back on, and trudged up the hill to our house. It was the best. Mom gave us hot chocolate and cookies. No one else was around, it was like having our own private rink. Sometimes on weekends, we would go to the local horse racing track/hockey rink and skate inside. That was always crowded and peoples skills ranged all the way from beginner to very good. I was learning how to turn and skate backwards. We became quite good. When he left home and went away to school for his freshman and half of his sophomore years, then I went there alone, rarely a girlfriend came along.
Eventually, I believe the rink closed, and they no longer flooded the park area. It was always a fun thing to do and great exercise. When I see ice skates, I think of skating as a kid. Great memory. I even have a figure skate with greenery and glitter instead of a Christmas wreath on the front door.
Looking to get some reading in before we leave to pick up our granddaughter Addison from school. Then off to meet friends for beverages and dinner at the VFW. Wednesdays are fun. Thank you for reading today, I’ll be here tomorrow, I hope you are, too.