Today would be a day I didn't blog because I have nothing witty, thoughtful, or even particularly boring to say. Except that I am posting music everyday for a little while ~ meaning don't expect it to end on December 26th. Christmastide doesn't arrive until the 25th, afterall. Digressing, Pobble...
Lithus is enjoying my enjoyment of cooking during the holidays. He's had homemade French onion soup and eggplant parm so far. Keeps looking at me, wondering what happened to his wife. I assure him it'll go away once the holidays do and my desire to cook will return to a desire to open a can.
Today we're going to a Christmas market. One of the joys of living downtown is it means everything is in walking distance.
We went for a drive last weekend with friends and ended up driving on an ice road. They actually plow them to clear the snow off the ice. While my Canadian readers (Hi GOML! Hi Wolfgrrrl) probably won't be terribly impressed ~ Lithus wasn't ~ it was big shit to me.
And yeah...that's about it. So let's get to the music, shall we?
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
2 comments:
Hi BP, i think only us Bostonian's know about the roads not being plowed after it snows! I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.
nancy
My choir director knew the guy who wrote the English lyrics to Carol of the Bells (Peter J. Wilhousky). He told us that the opening notes to that piece were engraved on his tombstone - as it was what he was most famous for... I have yet to check it our in person... And I also think that's the tune his doorbell played?
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