Classical music wafts up the stairs. Jack lies peacefully on the couch. My laptop warms my lap in the cool atmosphere of the house. There's a tennis ball lying nearby... and at some point, Rosie will probably come snatch it, her tail wagging playfully, and plop it down on my lap. She'll wait, her big brown eyes looking up at my face, until I lob the ball in the air. She'll lurch, leaping into the air, intercepting the ball. Clutching it proudly in her mouth, she'll plop it down in my lap again. But only after standing next to me, playing with the ball for a good 5 minutes or so. I looove this! Every year, we come up to NH for Christmastime, and it's always such a peaceful break from the rest of life. My aunt and uncle live in a one-room school house in the midst of the woods. Inside, it's like going back in time. Beautiful antiques adorn the rooms, and my uncle, a woodworker, has created or modified various rooms and furniture pieces to make the house feel lovely and rustic... in a classy way. I love it. The Christmas tree stands tall on the table, and the dogs rush excitedly around. As Annie and Josh have gotten older, they lie around more.. and Rosie has taken over their position as the energetic pup. They are all Golden Retrievers... with their beautiful wavy golden fur. My dog, Jack, comes up with us, too... and with his gray, curly hair and tiny, wiry body.. he and Rosie make quite the pairing. They tromp around, scampering through the field, coming back into the house with their noses wet and tails wagging furiously.
Ah.
Well, now Holly's friend has arrived. Time to head downstairs... engage in some nice visiting. And then it's off to the movies and then to dindin!
Lovely lovely.
:D
Till another time soon,
ACTK
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