The desk is clean. The office is … better. I switched gears and am now working on an application to my HOA foo make a small change to the exterior of my house. I realize the value of HOA’s, but I don’t like asking for permission either. I suppose you can’t have it both ways.
The holidays are fast approaching. We have two family “do’s” this weekend. After that, I’m chilling out. My goal is to actually get back into the groove of writing. My shopping is done, I sent out the holiday cards, all that’s left is sipping eggnog and listening to the music of the season. I can handle that.
I got my sister’s hospital bill for her 18 days in the hospital. $118,406.00. Tell me there isn’t something wrong with insurance companies being in charge of our health care system. Just try and tell me that. $17,393.00 of that bill was for coronary care. Excuse me. She didn’t have a heart problem, she had cancer. I don’t even want to understand how things have gotten so out of control.
A friend and I went downtown to see the beautiful holiday lights Fort Collins puts up in Old Town. It is simply magical. I am never disappointed. It could only have been better if it was lightly snowing – or – warm enough to get out and walk. It was frigid, but still absolutely magical. So glad I got the opportunity. I don’t like night driving anymore.
Our little bit of snow is gone, only the cold remains. I keep curling up in front of the fire and not getting a whole lot done. Not that there isn’t plenty to do. I could shred documents from now until spring – and it may just take me that long – and then there is the sorting that will have to get done before we can have an estate sale. All in good time, all in good time.
My condolences to the Bush family. #41 George H. W. Bush was a great patriot, and more importantly, a great husband, father, and grandfather. A man that truly served all of America, he held his head high above partisanship, and I salute his inspirational life and ideals. We can only hope there are more like him to come.
I’ve noticed over the years that Mother Nature seldom pays attention to the calendar. What a slacker, or else she’s actually the rule maker. Officially, we’re still in fall and the cold, nasty stuff is supposed to wait till winter. Not. The cold and nasty has arrived.
I recently worked diligently to clean my desk off. It had gotten a little out of control with all the book events of late. In fact, my entire office is rather a mess right now, there is even a floating dragon hanging about, but I have plans for the room. I just won’t be able to complete them until February, actually March, so for now, I’m going to live with the chaos, something I haven’t done extremely well with in the past. I have a new resolve to chill out and let it be. I’ll keep you posted on that front.
Part of the office mess stems from the fact that I put a lot of mementos in there when i decorated the rest of the house for the holidays. It seemed like the logical place to go with stuff, it was easy and close and I had no plans to decorate it. Now I’m rather regretting the inclination to put it in there. Too late! I do love how the rest of the house looks, though, all dressed up in its holiday duds.
A blog. Oh yes, I blog. That means I have to write something. Shucks folks, I don’t know what to write about. I bought Christmas cards today. Actually, I had decided I wasn’t going to send cards this year, and then I decided that was a cop out. I need to keep the tradition going. I won’t send the usual letter of how the year has gone. Too soon. The year was a toss up, though, two great additions, a happy, healthy grand baby and my 7th published book, and two great losses, a mom and a sister. What I do want to do is tell everyone that I love them, that I appreciate their friendship, and how much they have meant to me over the years.
I have another book signing at Covered Treasurers book store in Monument Colorado this coming weekend. This trip will give me a chance to see old friends and catch up. I am really looking forward to it, even if it means driving down I-25 (the absolute worst highway that I hate more than any other).
I got four pieces of mail today. Everyone of them was for my mother or sister. That is depressing. I don’t mind not getting any bills for me, mind you, and yesterday’s mail was chocked full of catalogs that I need like a hole in the head, but come on, only mail for dead people is kind of morbid if you ask me. Sooner or later it has to slow down. Surely.
So what is everyone doing for the holidays this year? I plan a trip to downtown Fort Collins at night to see the lights. The way they light it up is absolutely gorgeous. Beyond that, I have no big plans. We didn’t have much for snow last year, so I hope to get more snow-shoeing in this winter. That’s about it.
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The tree is up and decorated. The snow village is on the hutch and lit. The wind is howling outside like it has somewhere important to go. My granddaughter and I are watching a Christmas movie, the first of many for the season, after an afternoon of hauling boxes up the stairs and eating Thanksgiving leftovers. There is just one month left until Christmas. Oh my gosh. How does time do that?
It is not unusual to struggle through the holidays after loosing a loved one. So many times I think of calling Mom. She would have loved hearing about us decorating the tree and how beautifully it turned out.
Thanks to all who have come out to my book events. They have all been loads of fun and a wonderful opportunity for me to meet new people and connect with friends I haven’t seen in a long while. I appreciate everyone’s support. Rhyaden is a great read. I hope each of you gives it a try. Books are a great Christmas present!
Travel safe to those returning home and throughout the coming holidays.
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Tagged books, Christmas movies, grief, holidays, middle grade novel, presents, Rhyaden, Thanksgiving leftovers, travel
The bureaucracy of death is ridiculous. I’ll share one recent incident. I called the hospital in Grand Junction where my sister was diagnosed with cancer in order to have them change the address where they send the bills to, from Mom’s house to mine. I was assuming they wanted someone to actually get the bill. Due to privacy issues – remember, she passed and doesn’t really care about privacy anymore – they could not change the address without my e-mailing her a copy of my POA for my sister. Now, excuse me, but a Power of Attorney is immediately null and void when a person dies, so how in the world does this help them?
Channeling my family’s sarcastic nature, I asked, “You do want the bill to be paid, right?” There was a rather stilted laugh on the other end of the line.
Well, folks, the Post Office ( and we all trust them implicitly) is supposed to forward the mail to me. We’ll see how that goes. If all else fails, I’ll take in the Death Certificate next time I’m over there. I have to assume the woman didn’t understand that my sister died. I don’t know. I just gave up.
It snowed! My granddaughter and I went sledding. A marvelous bit of exercise and fun. The snow was glistening white in the sunshine, the temperature freezing cold – literally – and we followed the sledding up with a hot bowl of home-made chicken soup. What more could you ask for?
“Rhyaden” is flying high, winging it out there on the back of a very purple dragon that everyone can’t help but fall in love with. Thanks to all who have written reviews, shown up at my book signings, and supported me these last months with flowers, cards, and love. You are the best fans, family, and friends. I am ever so grateful.