Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Lots of red showing in my living room these days. The walls are always red!!! I love them that way...they make the oak trim and mantle on the stone fireplace just POP! 
The picture is to show off one of my Christmas gifts from my darling dearest..... It's the Himalayan Salt Lamp he ordered for me. I've wanted one for a very long time but the price has always been a deterrent...this year he told me to chose what size I wanted and to order it.....I jumped on the computer before he had a chance to even think about it :0) !!!!! 
It's even bigger than I imagined it would be and I love it!!!!! I leave it on 24/7.  
The framed leaf is fiber art from my blogger friend 


She hand dyes the fabrics using hand made dyes.

Below is a cute poem I borrowed from another blogger friend


Christmas at Rock-Away Rest

Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,
and all of us seniors were looking our best.
Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;
Our punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.

A bedsock was taped to each walker, in hope
That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
Secure in this residence and in our Depends.
Our grandkids had sent us some Christmasy crafts,
Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,
And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath.

The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row,
Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow.
Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop --
Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.

Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,
Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
The social director then had us play games,
Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"

Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair,
In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.

Security lights on the new fallen snow
Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter
(But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter).

A strange little fellow flew in through the door,
Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
Twas just our director, all togged out in red.
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.

We knew from the way that he strutted and jived
Our social- security checks had arrived.
We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak,
Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight-p.m. stroke.

And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds.
While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.
Before long you'll be with us, We wish you the best!

Linking to .....

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  1. That's a nice poem Carol.

    Late visiting for RT, hope you can visit my Ruby entry also when you get a chance. Happy holidays!

  2. I LOVE the poem. Thanks for the chuckle. I love the lamp but I'm really admiring the white round thing on your wall. What is it and who made it?

  3. Hi Carol, thanks for the good laugh. That's a new one to me. LOL My friend, just down the hall from me, has two of those lamps and she swears that they clean her air. Hope you find it does for you also. I have recently found your blog and am now following you, and will visit often. Please stop by my blog and perhaps you would like to follow me also. Have a wonderful day. Hugs, Chris

  4. That's a great poem! Love your new lamp. I've never heard of them, but mus google and check them out. Have a wonderful day!

  5. Beautiful home! I love the red. And the salt lamp is something I've never heard of, I can see why you love it!