Thanksgiving was nice. We got to hear my mom's cousin Karen play the piano. She is so amazing that Jordan had to admit that if she knew she could play like that, she would be willing to learn. The best part, aside from having Jordan home, was that I didn't have to cook or clean. I did help clean but with so many of us, it went really quickly. I got to show up empty handed and it was wonderful. :)
My kids have not had good luck flying lately. When Dev tried to come home this summer he had such an ordeal just getting out of Chicago. When Jordan was trying to go back to Oregon after Thanksgiving, her two hour lay over turned into a four and a half hour lay over. She finally arrived at nearly 1 am and still got her buns up and went to school. Kudos.
I'm a little unfocused right now. I can't really think of anything else to say, distracted by the whipping winds. Hope all is well.
I know I missed a few birthdays lately. Sorry to all. I haven't felt like card shopping lately (which I normally love) nor have I felt like I could carry off a decent cheerful birthday phone conversation. The holidays are a time of ups and downs for me. I love, love, love the holidays. I also really really miss my family being nearby and making plans with them. Plus Christmas has never been the same without my beloved neighbor Doris. Her birthday was on Christmas and we always tried to make it special for her since she never got to celebrate her birthday as a child. Christmas has never felt the same without her. Every year I am tempted to buy a Chia or a box of Applets and Cotlets - her favorites, which became a tradition for my sister and I to buy for her. It's weird that my heart can be bursting with joy and love and the overall excitement of the holidays but sad at the same time. I do love you all and for those of you who did not receive a card or call, it's not cuz I wasn't thinking of you or wishing you a wonderful birthday, so please forgive me. :)
Hugs.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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