Tonight was the last night of Chanukah. I've really started enjoying it more now that we have the boys. They really love it, as most kids do. All day long they want to light the candles. Of course they also want to open presents. We don't really get them much, since they already have more than enough, but we make it fun. For the last night, I wanted to finish in style. The boys and I made apple sauce, some simply with cinnamon, and some with cranberries and cinnamon. We made enough to save for later, my first attempt to can applesauce. It went well. I made latkes. We lit the last candles, and the boys opened a present -- new flatware they desperately needed. It was a nice night.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
It's Saturday night and I mopped the kitchen floor. I really am living the mundane life. Even sadder, though I loathe mopping or any cleaning for that matter, is that I didn't mind the evening once everyone went to bed. It was nice having time to myself in a quiet house. At one point in my life I would have longed for something to do, or longed to be somewhere else (no matter where I was or what I was doing). That isn't the case now. Just give a nice quiet evening and I'm happy, or at least mildly content.