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NarwhalTusk of Ember
Dec. 1st, 2024 08:30 pmI've been wondering lately if, on that last great gettin' up morning at the end of the ages, when we all rise from our sleep, bacon may be involved. Because the smell of bacon is like the perfect alarm clock. To awake to the smell of bacon and coffee is to rise up gladly. No trumpet required. For the previous couple of days, I woke up to that scent, thanks to the Nipper. This morning, however, the bacon was all gone. The Nipper was making coffee, and I fried some sausage. This pleased everyone but Raptor, who does not fancy sausage that looks that particular way. I totally get this, because I was the same way myself as a child. Link sausages, especially Little Smokies, were okay, but I didn't care for sausage patties. Gradually everyone partook of coffee, toast, and sausages, or in some cases, a bit more pie. Then the kids started packing up their things, and the house began to look sadly more tidy and less comfortably lived-in.
We sent along the usual bag with all the leftover GF snacks, and the Raptor snacks, and some grapes, and then I sneaked in a few items like the rest of the chocolates, a couple of chunks of bread for the Nipper, and a baggie full of cheeses. We had already packed the treats for St. Nicholas Day next week, and the Nipper's Christmas gift, wrapped by Grandad and turned over to the Redhead for safekeeping until it can go under the tree. And the Advent calendar, of course!
And then they got in the car and rolled away into the cold grey yonder. It's hard to say goodbye when you know they won't be back any time soon. The house was strangely silent. We sat and indulged our memories over a cup of tea for a few minutes, and then I jumped up and put on some respectable clothes and we went off to church. First Sunday of Advent! All restraints are out the window now. It's gonna be nothing but Christmas music and cookies for the next 24 days and beyond. We sat near the front, and the whole place was packed with little kids, both naughty and nice, and a pair of tiny twins completely swathed in white lace christening dresses. After that, we were pretty much done for the day. There was a rather futile attempt at a nap, followed by leftovers, TV, and general lolling about.
We sent along the usual bag with all the leftover GF snacks, and the Raptor snacks, and some grapes, and then I sneaked in a few items like the rest of the chocolates, a couple of chunks of bread for the Nipper, and a baggie full of cheeses. We had already packed the treats for St. Nicholas Day next week, and the Nipper's Christmas gift, wrapped by Grandad and turned over to the Redhead for safekeeping until it can go under the tree. And the Advent calendar, of course!
And then they got in the car and rolled away into the cold grey yonder. It's hard to say goodbye when you know they won't be back any time soon. The house was strangely silent. We sat and indulged our memories over a cup of tea for a few minutes, and then I jumped up and put on some respectable clothes and we went off to church. First Sunday of Advent! All restraints are out the window now. It's gonna be nothing but Christmas music and cookies for the next 24 days and beyond. We sat near the front, and the whole place was packed with little kids, both naughty and nice, and a pair of tiny twins completely swathed in white lace christening dresses. After that, we were pretty much done for the day. There was a rather futile attempt at a nap, followed by leftovers, TV, and general lolling about.
