Eve, Eve, Eve

Yesterday (Christmas Eve, Eve, Eve) was a productive day. Don't get me wrong - I didn't finish everything on my list to do - but I got close. Mom, Carrie, and I ran errands and even managed to squeeze in a pedicure (Ahhh - bliss for the feet - all teachers should received gift certificates for pedicures every Christmas - it's only right). We came home and ate menagerie of edibles that Mom brought back from Atlanta - spinach balls, crab dip, a myriad of cheese, pecan encrusted chicken tenders, ginger wantons, and much much more - it was great. I caught up on some reading and then we went to Priya, our local Indian restaurant, to have dinner with our dear friends the Pawlicks. We have know them since 1974 and cherish their friendship. We had a wonderful meal. In attendance was Mom, Dad, Karen, Bill, Myself, Carrie, Matt, Vivi, Laura, and Joe. Pete and Tim arrived from Chicago after the meal - but we were glad they made it none-the-less. Afterward we went to Target to pick up a few last things - which we did- and the lines weren't even that bad. When we returned I wrapped about 1/2 of my gifts. Oh yes - it was a productive day. Now - however - as we head into the Eve Eve of Christmas I must remember to slow down on remember what Christmas is all about.