TBW Daily Diary

Frantic activity on our block as the owners of four homes rush to be ready for the Candlelight House Tour on Sunday. And who is the laggard? Me, of course. Bob begged me to hang our garland while the weather was nice and I didn't. Guess I will brave the elements tomorrow . . . A reminder that tickets are $12 through Saturday. Late-comers Sunday will pay $15 . . . Had a very busy day with a lot of good-natured people in the holiday spirit. Had intended at the outset of the season to mention them all by name but now realize how impossible that would be. A simple "thanks for your support" seems inadequate but it is the best I can do just now . . . Mary tells me the Lingus fig tree is now "under wraps" for the winter. Its survival is always iffy, and it certainly will be tested when the temperature goes down to 15 tonight . . . Brr . . . I'm having a bowl of Bob's chili and he and some hearty friends are bundled up and caroling tonight. Bet they cannot wait to finish the last fa-la-la so they can get inside to the mulled cider . . . Last year their big night was beset by an icy blast that made walking impossible, so they sat around the punch bowl and telephoned their carols to people in the neighborhood . . . Ingenuity par excellence!