Christmas is ten days away and it feels a month away. Maybe it's the lack of snow.
My to-do list is filled with things like packing cookies and candies into sparkly take-out boxes, cutting and pasting photographs, shopping, and wrapping piles and piles of Amazon boxes. A few things are still on their way in the mail. Waking up to packages on the porch is the equivalent of Christmas morning magic to me.
The past few weekends have been so filled with movies.
-Midnight in Paris (my second time in the theater and I can't recommend it enough)
-Bill Cunningham New York (A purer soul never lived)
-Last Night (Three stars. The ending completely ruined it for me, but the film was crazy gorgeous.)
-Broken English (Love Parker Posey in this)
Things of note: The sunsets in my city have been breath-taking this month. That one was taken from a moving car on the freeway.
Keeping hands warm with hot mugs of green tea.
Frosted windows and an extra cuddly cat (I suspect the cold is to blame)-- and four o'clock in the afternoon Sunday pancakes, a first of many batches by my lover. (From Martha's recipe.)