This morning Katie and I were wandering around the house picking up the last bits of holiday party trash. We both kept hearing a sound that sounded like ice scraping down the roof. But we didn’t have ice on the roof. Katie would bark, I’d check out the windows. Nothing. We’d start working again. Then the same noise would happen and off she’d go to bark. We’d look out all the windows. Nothing.
Eventually we were in the kitchen and I heard the noise again. As Katie ran off to bark I looked up. And there, on the kitchen skylights were several mourning doves, eating birch seeds that had fallen on the glass which was covered in ice. They were sliding down the window as they ate, then they’d flap their wings and get back to the top, then slide down again. Silly birds!
Even more silly was the dog, who has no concept that something might be up in the ceiling! I couldn’t get her to look up. She just ran around growling and barking each time a bird slid down the window. Finally I picked her up, held her chin up and when the birds flapped their wings she finally noticed.
Now she’s sitting in the kitchen staring intently up at the skylights. On guard. If those terrorist birds arrive again she’ll be ready! Can’t get anything past a vigilant sheltie girl! No siree!

I know for most of you Christmas is right around the corner. But for us Christmas was last night when we entertained my husband’s family here at the house. We planned for days the seating and menu, worried about the weather and the guest list. I cooked for a couple of days before and finally the day arrived. Husband and I moved worriedly among the rented tables, adjusting table cloths, finding the odd spiderweb up along the ceiling, checking the butter dishes, napkins and plate numbers repeatedly. So much last minute stuff and I knew the family would arrive early and set me all off kilter.


I never was that good at multi-tasking. So anyway, after her long day, she’s now upside down next to me in bed, sound asleep. While I’m wide awake of course. This is going to be trouble tomorrow morning when she’s UP and READY TO GO at her typical 6:30 or 7:00 a.m.


















It was so nice to sit in a wonderful restaurant and talk. Thanks for lunch! You know who you are! Then I walked the 9 blocks or so up Pennsylvania Avenue to the White House, just because. Along the way I passed the Old Post Office and the Treasury Department decked out for Christmas.


Finally, feet tired, I headed for the Metro for the ride back to my hotel and a nap.





Finally I got it away from her, cut off the tag, and made her take a picture with the toy so you all could see how cute it is. (The toy, not Katie. Katie, as you can tell, is mad at me.)

