Just taking a quick look back, here on this Ides of January, and it’s been a blurry WHIZ-BANG-WAY-GOLLY-GOSH of a year.
Some great high moments to begin, with TEN of the chillun and GRANDS gathered for New Year’s Eve, and some quiet, contemplative times, as well as a few overwhelmingly SCARY-AS-IT-GETS days, as Caro was in the hospital this past week.
She’s home, her usual cheery, kind self, as she was the whole time of all those needle-sticks and tests and unending interruptions of rest. We’re beyond thankful for all the care and the healing and the happy conclusion, and the hope for all of us a quieter, happier second half of this first month of the Whole New Year.
I’m focused on COMFORT today, folks---on clean, comfy clothes for everybody and fresh-changed linens on the beds, and quiet lighting and the glow of my color-changing lights strung all around this still-cluttered, laundry-strewn room.
Caro’s all showered and shampooed and settled in her own house upstairs, with some good things on the DVR and her Nook, and the prospect of a simple, quiet supper.
We’re so enervated and “give plumb out,” as my Mammaw would say, I found a bit of cheer and even some toe-tapping in this bit of Happy Music---maybe it’s my Irish roots which keep me smiling, all the way through the curtain-calls.