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.