It was a petite promenade for me on a rather gloomy-looking morning. It took forever to get light and I stole out the door, knowing I was only going to make a short hop around the ‘hood.

The scrapper was scheduled to come and get my hut and haul it away and I wanted to get Buddy up and in the kitchen before that first horrible screeching sound of his metal saw would wake him out of a dead sleep. As of now, the hut is still in the backyard, looking like the Costa Concordia at Giglio, though my backyard is just a little less picturesque.

The rather ugly weather out there right now makes it seem that cutting up metal, and/or walking, will not be good prospects for tomorrow.

Did you go Christmas shopping for all the Black Friday sales?

I don’t buy gifts for anyone, but myself, so shopping is a real breeze for me. I got my convertible mitts to be used for taking pictures in the Park a couple of weeks ago and that was Buddy’s gift to me. The other Christmas gifts were two new lamps to put in the kitchen as the lighting is so poor since I switched to a CFL bulb in the swag lamp after it had to be rewired last year. Buddy and I are now bathed in soft golden light. In this ambiance, we both look better and see better and it eliminates the need for spectacles for my little bird down the road. Since I work from home, a good portion of my day is spent on my laptop at the kitchen table and I was finding it harder and harder to see. Well, I will concede that getting older may have a part in that not seeing so great as well.

Since there was no maddening crowd for me to deal with, this was the day to set aside to do Christmas letters. I still correspond with my mom’s friends who do not use social media so I hand-write a letter to tuck into each holiday card.

That task done, it was time to relax with a nice warm cup of cappuccino and nosh on a crispy bagel which I shared with Buddy. He always passes on the honey-nut schmear for some reason.

Are you still eating leftovers? Mine were scant and I was lazy today and just ate them cold, remembering, with a little pang, how my mom would make dressing sandwiches the day after a holiday. We Canadians stuff our holiday bird with “dressing” and my mom still referred to that gooey, yeasty treat as “dressing” though we moved here in 1966.

Hope you found all the bargains you were in search of and it’ll be toes up for you the rest of the holiday weekend.