Well, as I predicted, it was a rainy, sleety, and just plain yucky day for my birthday, so we wound up doing our ribs in the oven. Not quite as tasty, but finger-lickin' good just the same. Chris brought Carol over for the afternoon and we had a great visit and thoroughly enjoyed our cozy and warm indoor December picnic.
I hope everyone's Christmas was merry and bright and most especially blessed. We had our miracle of the season here for sure.
Several weeks ago my wedding rings fell off and hit the kitchen floor. When I heard the click I thought I'd kicked a doggy kibble. When I looked down, imagine my surprise when there were the rings winking up at me.
Understand, these rings have never been off my finger, even in the hospital where they ask you to remove all jewelry before they anesthetize you. A nurse taught me smart trick. Just wrap a strip of adhesive tape around your finger below the rings. So that's what I did. But after a while that skin needs to breath, and I carefully unwound the tape.
Since then, the rings seemed to be relatively secure. Then one recent day I glanced down and ... no rings. I hadn't heard them hit so they could have landed and rolled anywhere. I did a visual walk around all my usual paths to no avail. I was heartsick. That afternoon, Chris came over and, lo and behold, he found them under my recliner. I would never have been able to move that. A minor miracle to be sure, but a miracle nonetheless.
Wow, where did 2012 go? I turned around and it was gone. Now 2013 is just around the corner. May it be a kinder, gentler year for us all. I will engage in my customary New Year's Eve revelry of resetting the rain gauge. This cracks my kids up, but hey, it works for me.
We will, of course, have our traditional black-eyed peas. In our house we have them "nekked" on New Year's Eve, just black-eyes and corn bread to celebrate making it through another year. Then on New Year's Day we reheat them and have whatever trimmings we have - ham, fried cabbage, candied yams, etc. - to signify hope for plenty in the New Year.
I usually forego making New Year's resolutions, I figure why set myself up for failure. But this year I am making one. Once the new 'puter is up and the holidays are behind us I'm going to live my life on my time. I have been so much, so often, for so long, for so many people and programs, that all the flex has disappeared from my flexible.
Not to worry, dear readers, you and this column are a very important part of my life. Incidentally, my new email addy once Commspeed is installed will be email@example.com.
And next year I'm living my life on my time. If this works out for everybody else, wonderful. If not, oh well...
I am truly blessed with so many dear and faithful friends. Right after I finally got a confirmed arrival date for my new computer, Linda Giguere called. She has a laptop she was willing to let me use but had not been able to find its power cord. Pat Williamson was able to come up with a power cord and Linda had cleaned up her disk, ready for me to use. Then Chris's attorney (more family than anything else by now), Jonathan Conant, called from Florida. He was just reading the Big Bug and wanted to know if I was still out of a computer. They are in the process of shutting down their Florida office in order to become full time Prescottonians, and he said he could probably come up with an extra computer. True friends indeed.
Thought for the day by Coleman Cox, courtesy of Debbie Macomber, "You don't have to know how to sing, it's feeling as though you want to that makes the day worthwhile."