The washing machine is running. The dishwasher is waiting its turn. Before heading back home, my daughter helped me pack away the fall decorations and carry up the boxes of Christmas. I mean boxes. There are so many decisions to be made. What theme to decorate the tree with this year? Do I put out the lighted Christmas village? Do I put up more than one tree? I’m trying to keep in mind that everything that goes up, must come down. But it’s so pretty when it’s all decorated. But it’s so much work to take down and pack away. But but but.
We had a wonderful party for my now two-year-old granddaughter. She loves opening presents and singing “happy irthday to ou” (over and over and over). Her cousins were there to help her celebrate, and they had a grand time too. All in all, a wonderful holiday.
All things, good and bad, come to an end. That is hard to remember when the tears are slipping down my cheeks as my daughter and her sons drive away. They will be back, and I will be at their house in the spring. I am so blessed to have the two granddaughters and their parents close by now. I have to remember that and be thankful. It wasn’t that way for a long time.
Now, on to writing. Not much more has to be done to the Middle Grade novel. A lot has to be done to the adult novel, but it is the fun stuff that needs to be done, the weaving Shakespeare into my writing – the part I love. Then there is decorating the house, putting stamps on, and stuffing my Christmas letters. Our weather has been beautiful and I am grateful for that. I froze enough soup to keep me well fed after my surgery. So – Life is good.
and so it goes…