We got the boys jackets, hoodies, tennis shoes, jeans, PJs, shirts and a few toys including a tricycle for the 2 year old. We also bought diapers and wipes for him at Mom's request. Mom got a comforter set, sheets, pillows, sleepshirt, underwear, makeup, socks, jacket, Skecher shoes and four shirts. We set next Saturday morning aside to wrap the gifts.
Our Christmas luncheon for one of our three Seniors groups was Tuesday. This called for two bags of salad and two bingo prizes. I took a poinsettia candy dish and someone set a bag of Lindor chocolates in it. My second prize was a set of two Christmas mugs and someone set a box of tea bags with them. They both got picked about half way through. Our menu was quiche, salad, rolls and red velvet cake. A group from Cy-Fair High School performed and were spellbinding. We all usually gather in the kitchen during the entertainment but everyone came out to sit and listen. They sang Carols in such beautiful harmony. Kudos to their teacher.
That night was our own Holiday Party held at the country club where we live. I took the Globetrotter Spaulding basketball I bought last summer while traveling as my toy collection gift. Everyone looked so festive. Normally we see each other in our rather plain uniforms. We had a nice time but the food was horrid. People were taking photos of their plate because it was so unappetizing looking. It was all white and orange - a clump of mashed sweet potatoes, a pile of white and orange winter vegetables and chicken florentine rolled into a log with white sauce. Everything was in the middle of the plate, all touching with nary a sprig of parsley to enhance presentation. Bread pudding was dessert and was stiff enough to cut into squares. I was missing my Talbot's Tavern of Bardstown KY bread pudding made from leftover biscuits with bourbon sauce. The wine, salad, rolls and coffee were good and we just didn't eat much off our plates. It is one of thousands of meals in a lifetime so no sense getting too upset over it though I heard the comment we are going back to Shirley Acres next year.
When the evening was over, Judy and I separated the toys as equally as we could for the two organizations they were going to. Jill was heading one place, Judy and I another. She and I did that the next morning.
During dinner, Jean said she wanted to work at the nursing home Thursday but the roster was filled. She has an elderly neighbor living there and hoped to encourage her to join the party. I gave up my spot so she could attend and the next day ran the two packs of sugar free cookies I had already purchased to her house.
I was so busy this week it was a relief to not have to go. The other reason was I had just received word that my neighbor Wanda had passed away and I didn't know the arrangements. I am glad she is no longer suffering but will miss her terribly. Our neighborhood Christmas luncheon next week won't be so festive I'm afraid. When I came home in the daylight the next day, the beautiful Christmas wreath Merry had made for Wanda's nursing home door was hanging on the front gate. That was all it took for the tears to start. The last thing she told us when we last visited her was "I love you two."
Friday was the Board of Directors/Executive Committee holiday brunch. It was held at the office which was turned into a beautiful banquet hall. The tables were lovely and the food wonderful - cream of fresh vegetable soup, salad, chicken salad croissants and many, many homemade cookies, candy and petit fours. We had our regular meeting and already started on next year's business by electing a Nominating Committee.
I took the afternoon to get my eyebrows touched up. It has been over four years since I had them done and they needed a little filling in. Emily had me finished in half an hour.
In the evening we met Gerre, Barry, Jennifer and Gene for dinner before attending A Christmas Carol, the Broadway Musical. It was a nice production of a familiar story but with most of the dialogue done in song lyrics as many musicals are. Unfortunately, two young boys had mic trouble all night and we hardly heard any of their singing. Thís was opening night and I am sure the next performances will find the problem fixed.
Today we will attend Wanda's memorial service. She has already been buried in Livingston at a private service for the family. It is such a hard time of year to lose someone. Then again, no time is good, is it?