My last duties at work today included a meeting at one of the elementary schools. While I was there, the school held a moment of silence for the Newtown victims, ringing the school bell 26 times-once for each of the victims.
The tolling of the old schoolhouse bell reverberated through the small chair I was sitting in like a heartbeat, the irony of which did not escape me.
It was an emotional moment and not one I hope to repeat. Ever.
On a brighter note, I will be spending the next four days at home with my own children. I feel very blessed to be able to do so.
Tomorrow, we are making our final assault on the mall; The Teenager's presents being our primary quarry. Tomorrow is also Hugh's birthday so we will be dining at The Olive Garden as per his request.
If we finish our shopping in a timely manner (ha,ha,ha,ha!), I plan to bake the last four items on my list: pizzelles*, spritz cookies, banana bread, and, pumpkin bread. I'm not really holding my breath (see above: ha,ha,ha,ha).
I also need to wrap a number of items and make sure that I have everything that I need for Christmas dinner. As an aside, the turkey that I took out of the freezer and placed into the fridge to thaw is still pretty damn frozen, and, I took it out on Monday. My fingers are really crossed for a thawed turkey by Christmas Eve.
*Remember two years ago, when my pizelle maker went missing and I bought another one? And I joked about how, the minute I bought a new one, the old one would turn up? And, them how it didn't turn up? Well, it has now turned up. I know. I have no idea, either.