I should be baking. Instead I’m enabling my blogging addiction. I promise to bake, and then share pictures and recipes.
Yesterday we tried to go look at the gingerbread houses that were at the National Gingerbread Competition. However, with hundreds and hundreds of people lined up in their cars about a mile before the entrance AND a newly-imposed $10 parking fee, I decided that it wasn’t going to happen this year.
Every year before this, seeing the gingerbread houses has been free. I think I was mostly discouraged that the Grove Park Inn is a very posh hotel and I felt slighted by the fact that they suddenly charge for the priviledge of parking there when they never had before. We were actually going to support them by maybe stopping to get drinks and I would have taken some fantastic pictures that would have touted their resort, but they missed out. Not that they care, but still.
So, we decided to go over to a place called the “Grove Arcade” in Asheville and I snapped a few shots of Christmas joy in their halls.
Pianos always catch my eye. I played for seven years, but didn’t practice nearly enough. I loved creating beautiful music, but it was so hard for my creative-minded brain to read music and get good at keeping time. I’d always ask my teachers to play a beautiful song for me before they gave me the music to read. I’d memorize the sounds and then play it by ear. It would get to the point where my teachers wouldn’t play a song to force me to read the music.
My favorite song to play to this day is “Leaves on the Seine.” I can still play it, along with a host of other songs that I memorized and loved to play over and over.
Funny, I know lots of people who hate to listen to songs over and over or watch a movie more than once. But for me, I’m the kind of person who loves doing that. It’s sort of like looking at photographs of family members. I can do it for hours. Listening to songs over and over or watching a movie again and again evokes the same emotions for me as when I heard or watched them for the first time.
In yesterday’s post, I talked about the movie “While You Were Sleeping.” I love to watch it at Christmas. It always reminds me of when I met my first love, or Christmases of yesteryear where I would stay up watching all the twinkling Christmas lights on Christmas Eve or how I just love seeing how love and family come together. These things always bring me back to earlier times where I relive moments – good or bad – and remember lessons, feelings and sentiments.
Of course, I’m reminded of how much of a sap I am, but I already admitted I was yesterday.
Enjoy your holidays.