I got almost all the Xmas decorations put away this weekend, and the lights are down but not entirely boxed up. Plus, the tricky roses (walkway rose trees) are pruned back. Only about 70 shrub roses to go...
Spent Saturday pounding the pavement with my daughter to sell Girl Scout cookies (my feet were killing me by the end of the day). I really enjoy the yearly visits with some of the neighbors, but there's a little twinge of sadness when some of the older folks move out and into that next stage of life. One house has the grandkids raising a family in it, but another has to be sold now by the grandkids (whose parents grew up across the street from each other!). Yet another was a half-duplex shared by an elderly woman and her adult granddaughter (single mother), and was a mutually beneficial arrangement. I hope they're still doing well.
Picked up some library books yesterday, now that Christopher and I have both read the Shadow Children series by Margaret Peterson Haddix (future-fic involving a time in the U.S. when having third children is illegal, and such children are hiding in basements and attics from the Population Police). One of the new books I picked (even if it's only for me!) was Toys Go Out: Being the Adventures of a Knowledgeable Stingray, a Toughy Little Buffalo, and Someone Called Plastic .
Now, who could resist that? The patheticness of not even knowing what kind of toy you are, just someone called "plastic" (which isn't even a real name!) Chapter One is In The Backpack and features what could be termed a "fact-free discussion" about where they might be headed-- for instance, to the vet's, who has needles as big as a carrot and might put you in the bumpity washing machine to be healed. :0
Thought we'd be watching the Comanche Moon thingy, but honestly... we'd just be there for Wes Studi, and I don't think I can take the rest of it (Westerns not being my thing). We saw 1 1/2 episodes of The Sarah Conner Chronicles, featuring a kid who looks too old to be the actress' child but was cast for being pretty and emo, obviously. Interesting so far. Also saw the Masterpiece Theatre production of Persuasion, which was good. Though with all the clamoring over "Captain Wentworth is the handsomest of men," both my husband and I blurted out, "Blond!?!" when said character came onscreen. We were expecting someone dark-haired and dashing, like the dreaded Willoughby character in "Sense and Sensibility." :0
How was your weekend? Were you good? One of you caked in the last few days, of that I'm sure. :D