Our Xmas tree continues to stand unadorned except for the simpleness of it’s naked evergreen beauty and the beautiful fragrance. We didn’t get to decorations today, but we did pull out boxes. Today was haircut day. Our quarterly Saturday march to Supercuts continues. I marveled how far the girls have come in getting hair cut. They’re calmness at the process. I pondered past times of mayhem and stress. No more. Ironically, we read Bill Peet’s Hubert’s Hair Raising Adventure and laughed that we had randomy chose that book on haircut day. No Jesse tree today. Sara worked on our overdue project for school, a poster board of our experiences in Nashville and Atlanta to make her absence “educational”. Birthdays, Thanksgiving, and the oral/written book report on Leonardo Da Vinci distracted us. We stopped at Great Harvest and got more chocolate babka for breakfast on the Sabbath. I did some quick Xmas shopping for the kids at Secret Garden. We returned library books. It was a neat, fun morning of errands and chores. And now we all look good!
The girls helped Wayne get his avalanche of clothes down the stairs by, well, causing an avalanche of laundry to go down the stairs. The girls turned it into a slide. And they delivered all those clothes to the laundry room.
It’s a weekend of evening activities. Tonight (the main reason for not completing the Advent activity), we had a group date. 3 couples and one lovely, whimsical play. We started grabbing a couple of minutes at Top 10 Toys and got some Xmas shopping done. We walked over to Phad Thai. We shared family style Thai and good cheer. Boys on one side and girls on the other. We walked over to Chocolati for more good stuff. Look at that chocolate! This was real hot chocolate. In the cult of coffee, this makes hot chocolate a symphony instead of a one note order (read: Star Bucks).
The cherry on top was this.
This makes the 5th play at Taproot I’ve been to. It is the best. I kept looking over at Wayne and he kept looking back smiling the whole time. Whimsical expresses it best. It was old fashioned, sentimental, poetic, and lovely. Booth Tarkington has a new fan. Taproot rarely missteps, but this was beyond pleasurable. It knitted together a lovely holiday evening.