December 26, 2025
Another day of very few photos, but some lone time with EJ in Shelburne.  I also had several photos shared with me today.  I only have 5 more days of this blog.  What should I do?  Keep going?  Change the focus?   Start a website and have a blog  as part of the website?  Let me know what you think.  Especially my followers on the European Continent who I never hear from but know you are there.  Messsage me with your votes. 


The actual reason we drove to Shelburne was to go visit our friend Elle's store in Buckland.  Google told us it was open so we drove the 45 minutes, and it was closed.  We were sad.   So we went over to the Marketplace on the other side of the river and looked for a couple things.  They have sweet stuff.  EJ tried on hats.  I have not been able to get them a birthday gift, a finish college gift, nor a Christmas gift so I offered to pay for the hat.  He tried to refuse, but the owner said, no, you don't have a choice because I'm paying for half.  She was wonderful and he didn't have any real choice but to accept our gift.  I was very pleased.  It really was a very sweet humbling moment.  We both were very touched, and I think he looks good in the new hat.


photo by Ember

photo by David

We are expecting snow.  It's 19 degrees and snowing at the moment. The forcast is so inconsistent though.  I'm looking at going to Vt. a few times this week and just an hour North causes issues.
David's photo was taken in Sunderland today.  A year ago he and I went there and we took pictures.  If there's a break in snow I may go back and take some more, it's so fascinating.  
And next Friday I'm going to go spend the night with Ember and family and watch a movie with them.  Happiness is.


 

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