So much for the 12 days of Christmas; at this point we may not even get that tree up.
This whole year has been challenging on several fronts. I thought we might have a quiet stroll to the end after Rick got back from his ConEd trip, but a brewing problem blew up into a crisis yesterday so I guess not. "No rest for the weary," I remember hearing as a child; ain't that the truth!
I actually bought package of Christmas cards Monday after several years of being stymied by melancholy over our son's life choices. Yesterday I delivered cards and gifts to two close friends and hope to mail the rest off the cards today ("better late than never"). I have a few presents for Rick and Brian to wrap, and as yet undetermined contributions to a extended family Christmas dinner to make, and that may be it for the holidays. For an undetermined period, I will be keeping my "nose to the grindstone" with limited time at home. So here are some parting shots of what usually keeps me centered and sane. I'll keep repeating what my mom told my younger self often: "Happiness is a decision." Remember, "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger"!
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| This will NOT be done by the end of the year, but all the little fiber snacks are being spun and plied. |
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| The birthday girl; Poppy turned six years old yesterday. |
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