Garrison Keillor just started the intro for The Prairie Home Companion. I've been listening to this show since I was a kid. My parents have been on two PHC cruises. Tonight I'm excited because a friend of mine, Ellis, is on the show tonight and I am looking forward to hearing her voice among all the others that I know so well.
It's the day after Christmas. We woke up this morning and had a slow breakfast and then waved goodbye to my mom and dad who are headed back to California. Their goal is to get to Denver by tonight. Winter driving is an unpredictable sport and they are hoping for good road conditions as they continue west tomorrow.
It has been a quiet day. We played games, we ate prime rib sandwiches for lunch. We are still looking for the remote control for the television.
Yesterday was a beautiful Christmas. I saw my oldest son join in the brass ensemble for Christmas morning service. I was so proud. He was also the acolyte. He played those hymns like a champ and it made me smile.
After church we went to the nursing home along with other church members and delivered Christmas presents to the residents. It was so great to see the kids ask the nurses which rooms to go to and deliver those presents all by themselves. They loved it and so did I.
Our Christmas was Prime Rib roasted by Jon, cranberry champagne cocktails by Emily, the fine china upon a tablecloth my mom ironed (it's true!), a game of Guesstures, hymn singing with the guitar, pumpkin pie, toffee, chocolate covered pretzels, the cousins playing games in the basement, and silly t-shirts. It was opening presents of Legos, books, balls, perfume, cologne, CDs, cozy pants, socks, puzzles and games. I am so thankful for the time we've had to spend together and that my parents were here to share in it all.
It has been a quiet day today kinda like the weeks in Lake Wobegon that Garrison Keillor tells us of. We're doing our thing, putting in a load of laundry, trying to come up with ideas for dinner, then thinking of something on the guitar, picking up the guitar, forgetting about the dinner, then remembering, then picking up the guitar again. That's pretty much how it goes around here. God is good.