During the holidays, I often remember past moments, like this one of six of my grandchildren at a nearby restaurant. We used to meet here for our get-togethers at Thanksgiving, and I loved that they had their tree all decorated which served as a perfect backdrop for our photos.
How cute is Noah (left), looking all bored. Fiona, second from right, has her eye on him…I think.
This photo (and event) happened in 2006. Now all of these kids are grown-ups…except Noah, who is turning fifteen in January.
Alec, third from left, just graduated UC Berkeley. Aubrey, far right, attends San Diego State University as a junior, but is enjoying a semester in Prague. Dominic, third from right, just got married in September. He is attending university and working.
Aaron (second from left) is attending college in Arizona, and Fiona is working. She is still trying to find her perfect niche.
I am enjoying a quiet Christmas Eve…sipping eggnog and thinking about what, if anything to cook…I am tempted to just nibble on snacks all day. Or I could order a pizza. Hmm.
Tomorrow I’ll be at my daughter’s house for Christmas Day Brunch. She is making Quiche…a favorite dish.
Reading: Dead of Winter, by Wendy Corsi Staub. I’m almost finished…couldn’t put it down, but did…because I was tired last night.
I’ll finish it this morning.
While browsing Amazon, I decided to pre-order a book that I’ve been eager to get my hands on. I don’t often do this…but I don’t want to forget to buy it. As if.
The Woman in the Window, by A.J. Finn, will be released on January 2.
Anna Fox lives alone—a recluse in her New York City home, unable to venture outside. She spends her day drinking wine (maybe too much), watching old movies, recalling happier times . . . and spying on her neighbors.
Then the Russells move into the house across the way: a father, a mother, their teenage son. The perfect family. But when Anna, gazing out her window one night, sees something she shouldn’t, her world begins to crumble—and its shocking secrets are laid bare…
This blurb captured my interest. Who doesn’t love reading about a recluse who sees something she shouldn’t?
What does your Christmas Eve look like? Is it busy? Quiet? Bookish?