Today is the start of a new year!
I'm ready for some new adventures! I'm also ready to enjoy my new musician friends.
I guess I'm supposed to reflect on the past year, as I move into this new one. But, that would take so long...
Let me just say, the year was good and December was nice. I had a good Christmas. We spent it in New Orleans and Beth decorated the hotel room with a tiny Cajun Nativity Set. She read Cajun Night Before Christmas.
I got to join in. I didn't have a French name-tag like the others, but Beth called me Petit Ours. I think that's French for Little Bear. I felt rather LARGE for a change.
2019 ended nicely. Now I'm ready for 2020!
Happy New Year!
Beth is sorting stuff, again. She dug up all these dolls and displayed them. That is what she does. She plays with stuff, while she tries to figure out what to get rid of.
She found dolls that belonged to her mom and her grandmother, her sister and even her sister in law. Some of the dolls belong to Beth's grown daughter and a few were Beth's when she was a child. I'm hiding somewhere in this crowd of dolls.
Beth balanced 69 dolls on the old pump organ. Later, she found some dolls that belonged to her son, but there wasn't really room for more.
In this picture I'm tucked in a pocket. "I feel lost with all the big dolls!" I told Beth.
Smaller Than Me
Beth assured me I wasn't the smallest. She posed me with the tiny dolls. But... I'm not a doll. I have fur. I always feel out of place.
I'm Too Small
I've never been able to participate in this bit of party fun. Let's face it, the game is just too large for me to handle.
Just My Size!
But this past weekend, Beth purchased a tin of mints! She liked the lid design and was even more excited to discover the mints inside. They were shaped like Ouija pointers!
Since I was tagging along for a girl weekend at The Cabin, I knew there was a good chance of getting in on some games. Imagine my delight when I realized Heidi's and Nathalie's hands were too large to move the pointer! They would need my help for sure!
Wouldn't you know that it was Nathalie's birthday and she was given a very fine pair of hands that fit nicely on fingers. I felt like those plastic hands were gently nudging me right out of the fun.
Who cares. I just watched and laughed at them. They weren't very good at it.
Beth likes to pose me with candy. It's getting old.
She left me alone for a while and I went to work.
And now I'm trying to decide which goodie I should eat first!
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!
Wishing all my friends the best for the New Year!
"May we care about others and share with others!" That's what my Buddy Yoda, says. He was very generous with his snake!
I already have a Radio Flyer wagon. What I really want is a Radio Flyer sled.
Beth took this picture of me at the Nursing Home. Her friend George is 102, which means he knows a lot. He said no one has sleds in this part of Texas.
A Friend in the Wagon
Beth said a sled was out of the question. She said wagons are fun and she decorated mine with pine greenery and then she brought me her elf friend. That is not what I was asking for.
A Talkative Friend
This guy is crazy. He never stopped talking. He told me 10 Christmas stories.
And then he scrunched down in the pine and started singing Christmas carols in the most amazing elf voice. I might not look like I'm enjoying it, but he did sound pretty good. And I stopped thinking about wanting a sled.
Pondering on a Pumpkin
Sometimes it's a good idea to just sit on a pumpkin, in a ray of sun... and think about the things I'm thankful for.
I don't have a costume...
But I'm surrounding myself in wonderful colors!
And don't ask me why that pool water is green.
Pie and Wine
I decided to celebrate the holiday with a little pie and wine. By the end of summer we all get a little tired of burgers and beer picnics.
It's Lonely Up Here
I had enough for 2, but no one came. I hoped a friend might wander by and join me, but I guess not everyone can climb the flower pot as easily as I can.
So I went inside and got my picnic quilt. And I got a few more treats. I'm hoping somebody will come.
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.