It makes me sad

 Last week one day a pick up pulled into my neighbors driveway. They loaded a few small things into the back seat of the truck then loaded up the snowblower

The next day when I got home from work there was a moving truck in the driveway

This neighbor was there when I moved in to this house. As a matter of fact, him and his wife sold us the property that the house was built on. His kids have grown and gone, his wife has passed away but he's been there the whole time I've lived here. Now, we aren't close neighbors. He's not a very sociable person and I suppose neither am I. Yet I'm sad that he's leaving. I don't know for sure but I'm guessing either he's moving in with his son who lives in Ohio or maybe they found him something smaller close by. Either way, I'm happy for him but I'm sad for me. Oh and yes, this is the one neighbor who has kept my driveway clear since Wade passed away. 

Week 27 and 28 drawings.

 Both weeks I ending up forgetting at least one day to draw my picture. I did do two one day though. In an effort to get these in before Christmas I'm posting them all at once.

Before it's too late.

 Yesterday morning I realized that the last of my scheduled posts had published. Yikes! That means I need to get busy and start writing some. Next I realized I haven't done the yearly pictures of my Christmas decorations. I've got a little bit of Christmas in every room and I'm going to show it all to you today.

In the Ann cave

On the kitchen counter

Kitchen window

In the bathroom

Living room

Coffee corner.

Back to the living room

This one is in the Ann cave

And these last two are in the dining room which is really a dining area instead of it's own room. 

A family heirloom?

 When I was a little girl, every year we would set up the nativity set under our Christmas tree. I would spend so much time rearranging the pieces until I thought they were just right. On Christmas morning my brother and I would sing Happy Birthday to the baby Jesus before we could open our presents. 

When my father passed away the nativity set was at my brother's house since that's where my dad had been living. After my brother passed away my sister in law gave it to me. This is the only thing I have from my childhood and it's a real treasure.