December 10

Son #1's birthday today.
He'll be celebrating by going to the Jazz game, and we'll be celebrating by watching the kids. Planning on a fun evening, but we'll see how that pans out. (LOL)

The other kids dubbed him "The Golden Boy" because he was always so "good" that it was hard to live in his shadow, but the more I talk to my daughter, the more I'm finding out that what he was really "good" at, was covering up his misdeeds, and passing the buck.
...The little dickens.

Anyway, kudos and best wishes to him.

I've been out doing my visiting teaching rounds today.
I just love the ladies that we visit. They are so sweet and fun to talk to.
It's nice being part of a neighborhood family.

My neighbor commented on the weather as we drove around - we started out thinking it was going to be a record-breaking winter, but it has been so mild lately, that we may have a wet Christmas, but probably not a white one.

I've been a bit concerned about hubby lately.
All his care-taking work is behind him now with the passing of his father, but I remember how that grieving process was for me, and I worry about how he will deal with that. He's been on that adrenaline high that comes with living through crises, and I worry about how the crash will manifest itself when it inevitably comes.

No big plans today, just hunkering in for the weekend.
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P.S. The pictures I've been "borrowing" for the 12 days of Christmas are from This Blog of Nature photos. Which also lists some fun information on the background of the song The 12 Days of Christmas.


"I speak cold silent words a stone might speak
If it had words or consciousness,
Watching December moonlight on the mountain peak,
Relieved of mortal hungers, the whole mess
Of needs, desires, ambitions, wishes, hopes.
This stillness in me knows the sky's abyss,
Reflected by blank snow along bare slopes,
If it had words or consciousness,
Would echo what a thinking stone might say
To praise oblivion words can't possess
As inorganic muteness goes its way.
There's no serenity without the thought serene,
Owl-flight without spread wings, honed eyes, hooked beak,
Absence without the meaning absence means.
To rescue bleakness from the bleak,
I speak cold silent words a stone might speak."
- Robert Pack, Stone Thoughts