Good morning. My mouse seems to have
taken on a life all its own this morning. I roll over it in one direction and
it goes another. But then I have also misspelled every word I have typed so far
including the little ones. Did I have a stroke while I slept? I am thinking
peaceful happy thoughts and am about to tell a story and the mouse is fussing
me up. Not what I planned….LOL…but therein lies the joyous albeit almost morbid
curiosity I have for my plans going awry. It is as though I challenge them to…LOL
Shaggy needed to deposit the money
for her phone bill into her friend’s bank account so he could make the payment.
We went to our bank and she withdrew the money from her account. We drove to
Wells Fargo, which was his bank. Keep in mind that the young man lives in
California, and always has. He probably banks where his parental units banked. She
fills in the deposit slip and passes the monies over to the teller, Cody. He is
very interested in helping her and has assumed the gentle authority of a
competent male. It is refreshing and adorable. Why has this young lad learned a
simple skill most men never do? His mom? His Dad? Cody cannot locate the account. He tries
several times. He tries using the phone number and name and city and state and
Chris has no bank account. Cody asks Shaggy if perhaps she wrote the number
wrong. She shows him the text message. He keeps trying. I admire his dedicated
patience at helping her. Meanwhile Shaggy insists he has an account at Wells
Fargo and texts Chris again. He responds with yes I have a bank account at Bank
of the West. Shaggy asks Cody what bank
she at. He smiles and replies Wells Fargo we have the horses. She grins and “…uhhh….my
bad! He banks at Bank of the West. There is not one of those anywhere near
here.” She is embarrassed and I say to her “Honey don’t worry they both have a
W in them.” Cody agrees. He advises her
to tell Chris to open an account at his nearest Wells Fargo so she can continue
to come in and do business. His reason was probably two-fold…..LOL Her and Chris
now have to work out a solution.
I am out of cream this morning. I
made a casserole last night with vegetables, pasta, and fresh cheeses. It was very cold winters night creamy
deliciousness. So, now no tea, I am drinking coffee with peppermint mocha
creamer. Shaggy loves it. I am looking
over at my Christmas tree twinkling back at me sipping warm pepperminty mocha
joy. It tastes like Christmas. Not that I have associated that particular
flavor combo with the Holiday ever before. It just right now smells and tastes
like Christmas. If I were writing this
at night it would have to be a charming 21 year old Scotch I would share the moment
with.
I was just now pausing to gaze at the
Christmas tree when I noticed something, ( which is why I gaze at the tree). I
have an ornament I got years and years ago, so long ago I do not quite remember
where exactly he came from. Jack Frost, a beautiful fairy dressed in blues and
silvers and whites. Lovely gossamer wings and he carries, of course, a wand and
at the end of his wand is a frozen icicle crystal. He is about 8” tall and soft
like a doll. He has had the honor of adorning the top part
of my tree for several Christmases. I have always tried to position him so the
light will reflect itself off the icicle he carries. It never has, until now.
Jack is sitting on a branch near the top. His wand is at a right angle to him
pointing away from the tree and the icicle is hanging out into the air and the
very tip of it is capturing the light of the tree and holding it. As though it was
electric and connected to the rest of the lights upon the tree. It is just a
brilliant and gives the illusion that it is melting and at any moment a drop of
water will slide off the tip of it. That it and it alone is responsible for the
lights and the twinkling not the electrical current. After all these years Lady
Tamara www.LairdOfLochaber.com has been blessed with seeing Jack light the Christmas tree. Magic!
What magic will you discover today?
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