Tall Tales from Kansas

Oh what a sky on the day after, the day after, Christmas. And if this wasn’t enough, when I looked down there was an orange cat twirling around a flower pot and then between my slippers and ankles. Sheer delight, you can imagine the cooing, talking, petting that went on. It was shamelessly wonderful.

The new version of Hansel and Gretel by Stephen King was read and returned to the library. The story sticks pretty much to the basics (sad father, mean stepmother, dark forest, bread crumbs, wicked witch) if memory serves correctly. I had forgotten the wonderful line… “nibble nibble little mouse, who is nibbling at my house”. Spoken deliciously by the evil witch trying to lure the children inside and trap them. For that reason, AND for the fabulous illustrations by Maurice Sendak, it should be picked up and flipped through. Even better if you can find someone to read it aloud to you. But not before bed.

We watched the latest Knives Out mystery on Christmas Eve. Equally as good as the first one, better than the second one, with award winning performances by Josh O’Connor, Glenn Close, Josh Brolin, Kerry Washington, and of course Daniel Craig. It’s on Netflix right now.

I am deep into being mode. Not doing a thing that smells even slightly of should. Playing around with some quilt blocks, hanging out at coffee shops, doing some yoga, reading a book, lighting candles, loosening up my drawing mojo, drinking the last of the eggnog with a shot of bourbon. Good stuff, all of it.