Santa ammo dump? and prayer plant

Today's advent calendar day opens to what might be an ammo dump of snowballs ready to pelt the other elves and gnomes.  Or maybe a lighted Christmas tree. Either way, the white rabbit, probably really a  snowshoe hare, for the season, keeps her back firmly turned

And yesterday my next door neighbor Amitha, who's been receiving plants from me, retaliated, I mean reciprocated, with a nice cutting of prayer plant and a bit of pothos, which are now in water on the kitchen windowsill, until they get more roots and I get more mojo to plant them.

She also told me they're off to India for a month, in the next few days.  They have old parents, and I think they've been worried about them.

Since school is virtual, as is her husband's job, they can move like this without major interruption, except for the little matter of getting halfway round the planet,  On a plane, a place I wouldn't care to be for many hours right now.  I'll miss them, the kids especially.

And I got this weekend's royal viewing, it's not a weekend without royal scandal, including the hats, which are often the greatest scandal of all.

Here's what we always suspected, and now it does seem to be true. Not surprising since they were a security risk, what with his having access to all the secret papers as King, leaving them lying around unlocked, with dodgy people galore in the house, well, mansion, really, and being great pals with Hitler and other chums.

So this will be good. 

Meanwhile back at the fence: after all the alerts, warnings, threats about trees and that, they now tell us that, after all, they still don't know when they can start.  I guess the supply chain for fences has been yanked around by covid-19. Unless the fencing people have retooled to make vaccine, who knows. No, that was definitely a joke, in case anyone wonders.

What I wonder is if people who can't take the flu shot will be able to safely take the covid vaccine. Or if once again we'll be begging everyone around us who can take it, to do so for all our sakes. It's a while before I need to know that, since I doubt if the general population is going to see supplies before next summer earliest.

So this morning, walk done, more of a chore than a pleasure at the moment, what with the low winter energy, library done, therapy lamp session done, check, check, check, blogpost about to go out, that part is fun, I'm about to have a bowl of vichyssoise for lunch.

Then bake cornbread muffins this afternoon in anticipation of a visit from Handsome Son.