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.

Are there any other questions (besides what’s for dinner)

What is next for me in my career?

What is my love story?

I wore my favourite dress. I felt really pretty. And alive.

No one knew.

I had a great time.

Party #2 everyone knew. And that is absolutely fine even nice except it is possible that the canvas will unexpectedly go black. My next post explains the paint job.