when the canvas gets painted black

Party #2 is an annual favourite. A cookie exchange. I love cookie exchange. I love the tradition of sharing sweets this time of the year. I love leaving with 10 dozen different cookies.

I love cookies.

I walked in and I don’t know what happened. I did not want to be there. The house was so pretty and warm, the tree lovely and decorated. I knew all the women there and like them very much.

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where no one knows you

At Christmas party #1 I knew no one but the person I went with.

I had a wonderful time.  There were old fashioned carolers on the front doorstep. And incredible food. And one perfect glass of champagne.

There was a psychic on the second floor (I love psychics). We had to ask her two questions. The people in front of me and behind me asked about their children. Sorry folks, I asked about me. When my kids go to a psychic they can ask about themselves.

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the captain of my soul

“I am the captain of my soul.”
― Nelson Mandela