Saturday sort of felt like a day off. Sort of.
I took Samson to the groomer at 8 a.m. He’s all prettied up now.
On the way home I took Birgit through the car wash, then started laundry after arriving home.
And at 9.30 a.m. I joined a prospective student and his parents for breakfast at Stratton’s in Webster Groves, then met with them and an admission officer, and then accompanied the student as he played for our horn teacher.
By 12.30 I was home. Next on the agenda: filtering and bottling the cranberry vodka that had been steeping since Thanksgiving.
And then a blessed two-hour nap.
I continued with a trip to the grocer’s, and a mani & pedi (long overdue). While dinner was cooking, I spent some time at the piano working on this year’s Christmas carol (to be unveiled soon).
Dinner of meat loaf, a baked potato, and organic greens with homemade creamy Parmesan dressing — this was taken in happy peace and quiet, although Samson was begging.
And now, on this Saturday evening, I am in flannels and perched on the sofa and taking a quiet night at home. Hallelu.
And then, just before 9 p.m., as I was just putting two loaves of sweetbread in the oven, the doorbell rings. Gabe Miller, a Saint Louis University High alum who just completed his first semester at Temple in Philadelphia, is standing there. With 30 friends including SLUH boys and their girlfriends and assorted hangers-on. And I’m caroled. Sleighride gave way to Silent Night on this very chilly Solstice Eve. Sweet singing in the choir has rarely sounded as sweet, and happy, and welcome.