Christmas Eve

My Christmas

I went out to the market this morning and everything was bustling.  I bought some fixings for vegetable soup and a mini baguette to enjoy with it. I stuck to my normal route, getting my newspaper and stopping at the butcher shop.  There I bought an already made pot-pie, but not like any pot pie I have ever eaten before.  This one was filled with wild mushrooms and bits of foie gras.  There is a reason why this man's shop is rated the best butcher shop in Carcassonne.  I wish I could send one of these to every one of my friends.  Heavenly.

And I am having trouble with my e-mail account, but I think it might not be me; it might be Yahoo mail.  I do hope they get it fixed soon. 

A little treat

Christmas Eve evening and Christmas Day will be quiet for me.  I knew it would be thus when I made these plans, and I am really fine with it.  I am really preferring simplicity and minimal "stuff" in my life.  I have good books, homemade soup with fresh vegetables, a little treat, and red tulips. I will attend the Protestant service this evening and tomorrow, weather permitting, I will take myself for a walk to parts I have not yet explored.  It's supposed to be quite windy, but as long as it's not either bitterly cold or rainy, I am fine. I am better than fine; I am in France.

And I have tulips

I have grown a little weary of the kvetching about whether it's Merry Christmas, or Happy Holidays, or whatever the current expression is, and especially weary of all those dreary posts on Facebook.  It doesn't seem to be an issue here in France like it is in the US.   If someone wishes you something that you don't celebrate, and you can't get past the terminology to feel and receive the genuine well-wishes behind it, then I don't know what to say. How sad for you.  I am truly grateful for all I have and all I have been able to experience and I hope that everyone feels as blessed in their own lives.  Merry Christmas!