Awaiting

Snow delay. Having Christmas brunch instead. Not quite blizzard conditions, but windy and very thick since just after noon, not ideal driving for the family. We called, offered to postpone, they discussed, agreed, and we adjusted.

Got a little disappointed as the previously scheduled time arrived, poor me, oh deary. Still, I'd hoped to share the lights in the evening, rather lovely in here. Got myself in a bit of a Mood, as I sometimes do. D eventually suggested a walk. Nothing like walking around the block in stinging, persistent snow to help me realize we'd made the right choice. Nothing like feeling worse to make us feel better.

Tomorrow will be brighter, tomorrow is fine.

Finally saw Brave. Had me in tears, and laughing, and all the feelings of good animation from when I was little. I really don't get why some folks have told me it was a bit thin. Correction, had both of us sobbing. Gorgeous and funny and powerful, a truly mythic tale.

And D showed me the Vanishing of Pato, La Scomparsa di Pato which he'd watched some evening when I was way too tired to read subtitles. I could tell I liked it, so made him promise we would watch it together another time. Which we have done.

We will have enough to eat. This is the important bit.