Unusual Gifts in 2010
Nan D Arnold
Okay, yes, there were favorites like my dear hubby’s man ‘n cheese from scratch. And divinity fudge from my fab-u-lous crit pard and author,Cheryl Dale. Then there were the others. Items that filled you with awe and those that made you wonder and question and lament and sometimes fume.
Like: Just when I thought it was safe to go back into the guest closet, I spied the MYSTERY THING. One of those orphan Christmas gifts a relative (on my husband’s side) gave me. I’d tell you what it was, if I knew. It’s a shallow almost star shaped ceramic thing. An ashtray? Nobody in our family smokes. A candy dish. Too shallow. However, said giver is a dental hygienist and well aware of my sweet tooth. But then why did the giver also provide a platter of fudge brownies made with dark chocolate, my favorite? A puzzlement. Anyway, it will remain hidden until giver’s family visits and then will appear on our coffee table.
On the other hand, we had our first rental. I refer to our bird house. This is the first year (of five) a bird took a seasonal lease. An adorable hard working tufted titmouse. A lovely surprise gift watching her work her little buns off and hearing the peeps. Then, by cover of darkness I guess, poof. Gone.
Also, on the plus side, the house next door to ours (yikes) went into a short sale. But the new owners are such lovely, considerate, generous folk, we wonder how we did without them. He’s in advertising and we share a snarky sense of humor. Their two well behaved canines are a joy. Jake, the pseudo-Newfie (no, he’s some other breed but to me looks like a Newfoundland hound). Jake is big and black and the type that would jump in the water at a moment’s notice and pull me to safety. Given I hate water, that’s a plus.
Okay, one final comment. Valentine’s. Another bottle of not- to-be-named-here hand lotion of a perfume fragrance I abhor. I mean, an observant person might feel three other full bottles of various varieties, perfume, bath scent, etc., languishing in the powderoom, guest bath, and my dresser a clue it’s not used much. But. Maybe I’ll regift it next year to the dental hygienist.
Nan D Arnold lives in Georgia with a retired husband (pray for her), three pesky cats and a hundred characters chattering away in her head.