tonight is to be very cold.
it is already cold.
the wind is blowing hard.
i am in the little library.
if i had a fireplace in the wee blink bonnie
tonight i would have a fire.
i crave its friendly warmth.
i crave what it stands for.
the heart of the home.
it has been a strange
mainly because of the images i allowed into my home.
the images of people
grovelling for goods.
i am now in my little library.
i have a house guest.
he arrived night before last.
his name is watson.
he is the best kind of guest.
he is curled up on a blanket by my chair
here at the computer table.
where i write the peanut.
his little toys are around him.
he likes to gnaw on one every now and then.
he and i spent thanksgiving together.
he had a lovely bowl of
and i had
and jelled cranberry sauce
and mashed potatoes with chives
and green peas
pumpkin pie and whipped topping.
i have no idea what the whipped topping is made of!
probably horrible things i cannot pronounce.
but it tasted really good.
i put up my christmas trees.
they are white.
i call them my snow trees.
they have tiny white lights.
they cast the most beautiful glow in the rooms.
a big tall one is in the living room.
and a small one is on a table
over by the bookcase
here in the little library.
i am simply rambling here.
i felt the need for human contact.
but at the same time
i have never been more grateful
for living in a peaceful little house
where i enjoy
only what i have.
i want nothing more.
a small glass of wine.
a good book awaits on the table with the lamp.
it’s a cozy english mystery.
the little puppy watson is asleep
by my chair.
i have good friends.
both on the peanut here
and in my actual everyday life.
and i have the marine and tiger and his family.
they are watson’s family.
none of which
anywhere near the chaotic masses of today.
i thank my stars for that.
life in the little library is good.
the tiger and his family
will soon be going back to new mexico
where he’s stationed.
another thanksgiving come and gone.
the beginning now of the winter season.
the season i think of as lights.
my wish for you
in the season of lights
of all the good things in your life
the very best things
none of which
the lights of the little library
are managing to outshine
black friday for me.
they do the same for you.