We had a quiet, low key Christmas, which was fine with me as I tend to take perverse pleasure in ignoring the holidays that everyone else feels compelled to celebrate. Plus I had the opportunity to paint all day. Deborah, however, was feeling less than festive. My failure to remember to give her a Christmas card (for the second year in a row) didn’t help her mood, nor did the fact that I’m overdue in completing a painting for her as an annual gift to keep for our own collection. With just the two of us staying up here on our verdant ridge all day while I sat mute before my easel didn’t exactly fill her with a warm Christmassy glow.
I tried to make it up to her the next day as we went into town and, after dropping off our laundry and shopping for various items we needed, we had a nice lunch at an Indian restaurant. This was followed by a walk along the bay and, for Deborah, a massage. Nothing gets me back in Deborah’s good graces faster than treating her to a massage. While she was getting her rub down I walked up into the neighborhood above town where cute little houses come with stunning views, as the photos below will attest.
I’m happy to report that Deborah is smiling again.
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