In-between Time

There is something odd feeling about the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day to me.  Like a twilight zone.  I am reluctant to let go of Christmas and anxious to welcome a new year. 

I try to reflect on the past year.  I try to determine where I am with my life.  I try to plan some goals for the coming year or at least a few months.  I recently came across a phrase I liked.  Trace goals.  It was something on Instagram.  I like that thought.  To me, tracing means to make a light sketch that will be altered and refined with work over time.

I haven’t gotten to the point of tracing goals for 2022.  I will turn 57 in 2022. So many things I had imagined for my life did not happen.  I am learning to live my life as it is rather than what I think it should be. 

Yet, life as it is has turned out to be pretty wonderful.  Rock and I are still loving each other happily. The children and the duchesses are doing great.  I have some very dear friends and family to share life with. 

There are some difficult things to manage.  There are some heartaches to let hurt.  There are some joyous moments to celebrate and some precious times to savor. 

This in-between time even has its good things going on.  Visits with friends, time with Rock, a quickly filling January calendar, hope in Christ. 

May each of us have a renewed hope in Christ for the coming year.  And blessings falling like orchids raining.  Happy New Year!

White lace against a winter blue sky.

Good Busy-ness

I didn’t post last week.  I was too tired and too late getting home from Liberty. I had gone to our daughter’s Monday and spent the night.  We finished up moving her housekeeping to her new house. 

I never could have imagined how quiet a room could be right in the middle of town.  The front bedroom was painfully quiet.  I had trouble going to sleep.  I did finally get to sleep only to be awakened by the train whistle about 3 AM or so.  Several trains passed through.  I was sure they must be going through the next room! They aren’t as loud in other parts of the house.  Something about the location and windows and lack of other noise along with it being unfamiliar to me made them sound terribly loud. 

Duchess was asleep in the bed with me.  She never moved. She has been hearing trains for years. Not as close or as loud, but still more familiar.  My niece lives within hearing of a train and I would hear it all night when I stayed with her.  Something about that sound awakens me.

We spent Thanksgiving with another couple whose grown children were at other places.  Our son and his bride and Duchess were partying with Mickey and Minnie and Elsa in Florida.  Our daughter and I decided to wait till they could be here to all have dinner together.  Our son will be away after all.  But we still want to get the Duchesses together for some turkey and yeast bread and green bean casserole. 

Our daughter, two friends and Duchess and I went to the Renaissance Festival Friday.  I always hope it will be less crowded.  Shouldn’t all those people be shopping? It seemed to be even more crowded than the Saturday we went in October.  I think the last time I went on Black Friday it was super crowded, too.

Weekend before last, our daughter and Duchess came and spent the night so daughter could go hunt with her Daddy.  Some friends came and brought some heifers back to us. We had gumbo and a good visit. 

This past Sunday evening, my friend brought her dress over so we could hem it.  It is a gorgeous navy lace encrusted with sequins and beads.  She is wearing it for her son’s wedding.  We will be attending the event and I can’t wait to see her all decked out in it.

I hope Rock and I get a good photograph of us, too.  We don’t have many pictures of each other and even fewer of us together.  We will be dressed up some and it would be a good opportunity. 

Busy.  In the best possible way.  Spending time with our children and friends.  We will see some family this weekend, too.  Big brother turning the big 6-0.  Older Duchess having a party for the big 5.  And Christmas coming up fast.  Busy and trying to be careful to savor the moments. 

An old photo. Seven years ago. I was someplace special with Rock.