far from the madding crowd for the moment.
hoping my little nieces make it through the snow to us tomorrow night.
living for holding those little hands.
am thinking of a field in Vermont. it's snowy. two fuzzy horses stand there. am thinking of reaching for the persimmons in our orchard when i was in fourth grade. am feeling very close to my many friends, even if i haven't talked to some of them much recently. (was slow to realize the blessing of friendship, i supposy).
i am thinking of the sweetness of socks rolled up in drawers, and dogs sighing before they sleep, fish not moving at the bottom of the icy creeks, glasses clinking and buttons up the back of velvet dresses. so many hugs through so many sweaters. ribbons of traffic lights. the right music at the right time. our lucky, lucky life. pray we deserve it, earn it, don't waste it, don't forget it.
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amen. I celebrated Christmas with my family tonight. the present exchanging part was somewhat impersonal, chaotic, and trivial. The stuffy ones left early, happy to have survived their annual appearance.
and then the relaxing idle chatter of those of us left behind, the children finally worn out by their own energy and constant yelling.
I was pleasantly surprised to find out my brother brought home a nacho cheese dispenser from work. Luckily it was never filled and dispensed but it was just an odd quirky thing to see him pull out of his cupboard when people started to leave, as if that was the one thing to entice those of us who have to work in the morning to stay just that much longer. I still smile now thinking about that ridiculous machine.
Here's to all those hugs you'll be getting over the next few days.
nice.
thanks for the details. yes...hold the cheese.
(people are funny, aren't they?)
hey, well, yeah. .. hugs and figgy pudding dead ahead.
anna will be joining us; she seems to know from figgy pudding.
peace2u2,
L
I don't even want to know what figgy pudding is, except for a song lyric. oy. How fancy that you get a Brit at your party. sooo sophisticated.
and thank you again for the treat bag (in case my email didn't go through your firewall). nothing says happy holidays like penguins and lemons.
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