Exactly 450 blog posts ago I started with the belief that I had so much to share with the world. Hubris, indeed. The blog has turned into more of an events journal, rarely going deeper than day to day happenings, some thoughts, and tweets that made me laugh.
The subjects that are most dear, I have not blogged about: my health journey and the politics happening in the US presently. Am I a coward? I don’t know. I do admire those with a unique voice that share what is really going on with their lives in a way that reaches out and helps others. Can I do that? Do I have the courage?
I only know that I am giving myself time to re-group. For the last several years I’ve posted 3-4 times a week. Faithfully. Have I run out of words. If you know me, you know that is impossible. But what am I willing to share? Will this continue as a journal of sorts…..happy events? Or will I have the desire and guts to share those deep places in my heart. Time will tell.
“It’s okay to take a break.” I will repeat these words again and again to myself until I believe them.
January 5th will be the first Friday of the new year. The artists, including my husband, Robert, will be pulling out all the stops to showcase their local talents. Enjoy!
As families grow, change, and blend…some traditions have remained the same. Since the boys were 10 and 12, we’ve claimed Christmas Eve as our Christmas.
Early morning breakfast of sensible and clearly non-sensible foods followed by a lively gift exchange with some jumping up and down and gratitude expressed.
After gifts are given, we dash off to the bowling alley for our “Christmas Bowl.” Yes, you read right. We bowl every Christmas Eve. It is as funny as it is fun. We cheer for each other and there is the tiniest bit of competition. (I mean there are awards – teehee).
Cousins help each other, especially if little ones are just learning the ropes.
After bowling, there’s Christmas spaghetti for lunch. More laughter, good stories, and play.
Families pack up in late afternoon and head out to other homes for other celebrations.
For Robert and me, it was a very good Christmas. We feel lucky to have family and friends near and stay connected (Marco/Polo) with those far away. Merry Christmas.
PVC “Walkers” for novice skaters. What a clever idea.
Today Robert and I had lunch out and then took a stroll to see the new tent in town. Salem (Oregon) decided that it needed a skating rink at the waterfront park. From the outside it looked like a huge white turtle-shaped tent. Inside, it was all a buzz with music, laughter, and the soft scraping of blade against ice.
It brought me back to ice skating as a child on a pond near our home. Very different, of course. My experience could have been a template for a Norman Rockwell painting. The air, so cold. I navigated my skates with a wobble and could never get the hang of skating backwards. But it was such fun. Once I got into a glide, it felt like flying.
The tent today was filled with very loud music and so many people. Did I even try to skate? No. But I loved watching those brave enough to do so. Everything was different about my experience as a child and this big beautiful tent full of strangers. Everything, except the crackle of excitement that filled the air.
Thank you, Salem, for this bold experiment. You made my day and you gave the city a wonderful winter experience. May this year be the first of many for the big white tent.
Recently my nine year old grandson, Jack, has taken an interest in Linda Silvesti’s wonderful sketches with puns. He wanted to give it a try. So, with pen and paper he went off to make a sketch.
This guy, he explains, has confused his shoe with a taco. So, he’s wearing the taco and just put his shoe in the microwave. “Where’s my taco?” he questions. He imagines a can eating his taco not realizing the taco is on his foot. The can, wanting the taco is a
So there we have it. The beginning of a new pun-ner. (He told me to type this.)