(and apparently what I will for this post is some random bits and pieces)
It's the Twelfth Day of Christmas, and for the first time ever, I think, my tree is still up. Ironically this Christmas was probably the earliest I ever put it up, too. It's still green and beautiful, and just recently started dropping needles. I'll take it down today, and it's a shame, too, because it was just this week that I discovered that with a slight rearranging of chairs my favorite place in the house is curled up in the arm chair beside the tree, with the lights shining, the ornaments peeking out from the branches, a book in my hand and cat in my lap. I've put all the rest of the decorations in the attic between yesterday and today (more slowly than planned since The May Queen didn't go back to class on Thursday due to a broken heater pump at the school). Sunday is Epiphany and we'll decorate for Carnival and Mardi Gras, which I'll write more about next week.
The fantastic Allison over at Soccer Mom in Denial has suggested we all take some time away from blogging on Thursday, January 10th and make it a day to read. I'm taking her suggestion to heart, although I sure will miss my spot next to the Christmas Tree. My plan is to read Emma, by Jane Austen, because all you people have finally convinced me that my life is missing something for never having read a single one of her books. But I'll have to finish To Kill a Mockingbird first, because I hate having 2 novels going at one time, and having to choose which one to read! How I got to be 33 without having read To Kill a Mockingbird or any Jane Austen is beyond me, particularly since I took tons of lit classes in college.
Monday's Mission is to write a post in the form of a Thank You letter. As if you aren't writing enough of those after Christmas!
The May Queen likes to run through the house looking for the cat (much to the cat's mostly patient chagrin) calling "Shakespeare! Shakespeare!" Hearing that name from her tiny lips just makes me smile. Someday she will know the bard behind the name, and not just the feline, and will hopefully call out his name with the same enthusiasm. OK, a mom can dream, right?
Shakespeare's play Twelfth Night was written, it is said, at the request of Queen Elizabeth to be performed at a celebration on the Twelfth Day of Christmas. When I was in college a friend of mine and I always said we should play the separated twins, Viola and Sebastian, as we were nearly identical in height, hair, and build. In fact, at a party at his apartment once someone came up and tapped me on the shoulder, calling me by his name. She was a bit surprised when I turned around. I've long since lost touch with him (last I heard he was directing shows in the Chicago area) but still would love a chance to play Viola.