It's Friday and a quiet day at home for the most part.  Going to do some "catch-up" on long-neglected projects and start preparations for a new year.  My husband remarked this morning that an "odd" year is coming up.  Meaning, I think that 13 is not an even number.  I'm  not sure what the significance of that is...  I've always been partial to "odd" numbers.  They seem softer to me somehow--whatever that means.

Rich and his friend Tom are working (again) on our new hot water heater.  There was a small leak after installation and they are tending to that.  Seems like it wouldn't be Christmas without some major project going on at the house.  When Rich was remodeling our house the kitchen sink was set in on Christmas Eve Day.  I threatened to move out if I had to dishes in the bathtub at Christmas!  :)

At any rate, life goes on.

December 27th

Well, an interesting day.  And an odd mix of happenings.  Highlight, at least gastronomically, was the gingerbread french toast casserole at a friend's house.  OMG, good!  Another good thing:  found lovely religious Christmas cards on sale and Barnes and Noble for both myself and a good friend.  It is truly amazing how many Christmas cards have no Christ in them! 

So the low point was a doctor's appointment bright and early this morning.  After having surgery on a toe (yes, toe) in August the second toe on my left foot remains swollen and painful.  X-rays today revealed that all seems well enough; fusion is going well, the hole the pin left is filling in, nothing is out of place.  That's the good news.  The bad news?  "Let's wait twelve months--if it's still hurting, let me know."  *(&;(R*&;Q#)$&;*Q$&;Q_!!!!!!  Why is it that things can take so interminably long to heal when we're older?

Which reminds me of something I read last night.  The book is titled "A Three Dog Life--a memoir" by Abigail Thomas.  A doctor in ICU says, "Good things happen slowly and bad things happen fast."  That resonates with me.  And others as well.  Oh well.

Life goes on...

2nd Day of Christmas

We were blessed with a white Christmas and a lovely day with friends.  And today, my husband had a doctor's appointment (a check-up) and the physician's assistant offered up a wonderful "life goes on" moment.  Seems that her scheduled December 4th wedding (in the tropics) was canceled because she discovered something about her fiancee that wasn't good.  So she canceled the wedding with less than two weeks to go.  I commended her on having the guts to do that--and she appreciated the words of encouragement.  She was also aware of one of my favorite truisms:  A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.  Rich doesn't always appreciate hearing that--but I always tell him that I choose to be with him and that means a lot!

Happy 2nd day of Christmas!

December 24, 2012

It snowed last night--but this morning the snow had disappeared as the temperature rose to 38 degrees.  There were stars in the sky when I went to the gym this morning and the sun is shining as I write.  Listening to NPR this morning a thought passed on by David Sedaris caused an (!) in my brain.  He was speaking of reality versus the pictures many folks have of Christmas--a smiling child with Santa versus the reality of a whining kid not wanting to sit on Santa's lap.  His statement was something to the effect of "parents trying to create a life that they really have no control over."  As grandmother to twins (2 1/2 years old), this thought has put an interesting spin on some of the choices the twins' parents have been making....  It will give me a lot to think about. 

In the meantime, life goes on...

It is December 23, 2012 and I am back after a long absence.  I've no excuse for caving on this 3 years ago except the lack of discipline.  However, a friend has started a daily blog and while she has not challenged me to follow I am going to try anyway.  While driving yesterday it occurred to me  that my stumbling block to writing daily is that I think I have to have a logical starting point and go from there.  I decided that life is too complicated to be linear--and so I'm diving in and musing.  Agilebabble was derived from dog agility and loving words.  I still love words, but have since retired from dog agility.  Toby, my beloved partner in sport and best canine  friend, died December 13, 2010.  I still miss her, though her younger "sister" Pepper doesn't miss her at all.  Pepper, in fact, really enjoys being an only dog!  So here we go (again)!