The sun is low in the sky, and morning lights my living room in such a beautiful way. This is my view as I drink coffee and read. I am purposely not taking a picture of the massive construction project across the street and am so glad you cannot hear the beeping of the construction vehicles. This is a time to focus on blessings, not annoyances.
Health, wealth, loving husband,personal happiness, wonderful friends, a ticket to Hamilton. What more can one ask for?
Christmas Day John and I volunteered for
Christmas Cheer - there were 500 who delivered meals to 20,000 people. So many highlights but one especially was running into a fellow LT 67' grad - Jeff Stewart, whom I vaguely remembered. We had been with the Moscinskis the night before, and the Whites got together on the 26th. Our house was a hive of activity - and calories.
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| Sam, Nikki, Grandpa John, Natalie, Ben, (standing) Ryan, Jack, Brandon |
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| Little gift bags for a dinner party tonight - with thanks to quilty Melissa! |
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The most "holiday" thing we did in December was to go on the Illumination Walk at the Morton Arboretum. Friends Dorothy and Greg bought the tickets. The walk was about a mile and included various warming tents. We had to bundle up but enjoyed being out in the dark and seeing all the clever light displays. They then treated us to a crock pop chicken dinner which was ready when we came back to their house. What a great winter activity!
My brother had his 4 granddaughters with him on the 26th. These little girls were terrific, considering they were in a house with very little for their entertainment. The two younger ones spent a lot of time in the studio, running around and making little tiny adjustments. This cup hook is one that I keep a pair of scissors on, but Olive, Elle, and Isla decided it works better as a place to hang spools and bobbins. They might be right.
While I was busy thinking about the 10 year anniversary of Dodie's death, I completely missed marking the second year of my mom's death. I felt a bit stupid for a while until I realized how absolutely at peace I am about my mom's death - she was spiritually safe and lived a long and full life. Her death was part of the natural order of things.
My Canadian buddy Bill Stearman at least weekly says, "Life is good." And he's right.