|Sunlight on cloud cover, from my window seat on the flight to Seattle.|
I am ensconced in my tiny and most comfortable guest bedroom at Jeanne's and I hear a lone gull, or perhaps a goose? flying high over the house. That has been the only sound this morning, if I don't count tinnitus in my ears. Even the McGrady children are still asleep after a big Saturday night out to see 'Miracle on 34th Street'. But enough of this preamble and on to photos of holiday preparations, of which there are plenty.
Kelan was not quite his self at the airport and indeed, he was getting sick and stayed home from school the rest of the week. Jeanne was out in the mornings, so Kelan watched whatever he watches on the big screen and I poured over my Houston Arts Alliance artist grant application, which I seem to have rewritten several times. Guess I need to have a grant savvy reader give it a review. It's due January 6 at 5:30 p.m. Jeanne and I've walked around Green Lake twice, so I've gotten in 10,000 steps on two of our first four days in Seattle.
P.S. More Bama. Sweet Mary B gifted us all with a link to Vimeo for Bama's Story of the Christmas Pudding.
P.P.S. And Earl is home in Houston, hopefully seeing lots of his daughter and three grandchildren and friends. I do know he's painting like crazy. Here's the latest.