A cold hand reached under the blanket and touched the skin on my back.Â I squeaked in protest as my sleep-state disappeared with the artic blast.Â Smirking at my discomfort, or my disheveled face, or both, my husband planted kisses on me as an â€œuntil laterâ€ tribute, and headed off to work.Â Heâ€™s cute even if he is a colossal brat at times.
I mentally planned my day and got started with enthusiasm.Â My resolutions lasted all of fifteen minutesâ€”sixteen if you count feeding the cat.Â Phone calls, emails, and errands quickly put me off schedule.Â There finally came a point where I knew I could either be happy, or I could to stick to my list of things to do.Â Happy won by a huge margin.
Once I let go of the â€œgottas,â€ I started seeing a lot of cool things.Â As I drove to the grocery store I counted no less than six pheasants strutting along the highway. Â If youâ€™ve never witnessed the stunning beauty of a male pheasant feeding in the snow, youâ€™ve missed one of natureâ€™s masterpieces.
Later, I peered outside the window and noted our dog, Booker, destroying the grill cover my husband just purchased.Â â€œBooker!â€ I said, â€œAre you being naughty?â€Â He looked everywhere but at me, even as a tuft of cover dangled from his mouth.Â I tried not to laugh, but it was hopeless.
Pudgy has become fascinated with the Christmas tree and routinely removes the lower string of lights.Â She was doing so as I walked by and froze.Â Yeah, as if Iâ€™m not going to see a cat decorated with twinkle lights. Nice try, Pudgy, but not happening.
But the knockout surprise came as I returned from a walk with Booker.Â On our outdoor steps stood six bottles of wine.Â My daughterâ€™s former high school soccer coach has started a local winery.Â Weâ€™ve helped him harvest grapes at times, but didn’t hear from him this past fall.Â I was worried his grape crop had failed due to the strange summer we had, but those bottles of wine said otherwise.Â There was no note of explanation, but I knew they were from Santa Irv.
If you ever find yourself in the area, I would encourage a stop at their winery. Â Oh my gosh, their port is phenomenalâ€¦particularly with some dark chocolate nibbles, a handsome man, and a crackling fireplace on a winter night. http://wildmountainwinery.com
Surprise wine from a friend? Are you kidding me? It was the best part of my day!