Wednesday, December 29, 2021
Days of Christmas
Christmas day after Christmas, or even two or three days later, is a good idea. We did this at least once before, and it remains one of my happier recollections of a holiday well celebrated... it was relaxed, unrushed, there was time to take deep breaths, and take notice of the small and big things that matter most, like family, friends, time. This year, once Maria was out of school, we took some of those deep breaths, and started to bring our attention to family time, to home, nature, and play, and by reclaiming the calendar, we regained an easier, more comfortable rhythm.
Ha! Ha! All of that talk about calm and serenity, before I launch into a description of December 26th when we wildly ripped into opening gifts and chugging hot chocolate! Okay, "wildly" isn't an apt description, since we are striclty a one gift at a time family, and likely each gift is going to get passed around, admired. We might read an excerpt from the new book, or give the gyroscope a test spin, or two. We love exchanging gifts, and we love sharing them, playing with them, immersing ourselves, and squealing in delight and appreciation. And we were as excited for the cats' pleasure and amusement, as our own. The kitties were in the thick of it with us, a joy into itself. Unto itself? Into unto.
And now? Now are the really blessed days, when we lose track of... is it Monday? Is tomorrow the 28th or the 29th? Things get fuzzy. We build more LEGO, break down boxes, roll up ribbon, watch one more movie. We got two more of us boosted. And rain! So much rain. It did dampen some plans, though not as much as Omicron. Eight days after the events, we received two school notifications of Maria having had two exposures to COVID, and these besides the one we deduced for ourselves. Sigh.
Ok. And when I say "Ok," you should hear me taking in a deep breath, and it sounds like resolve, like renewed commitment to moving forward, to finding all of the silver linings, pretty things, happy moments. Okay! Outdoors, between showers. Outdoors with chickens and goats, and looking closer at the garden beds, neglected though they are. But noticing what's blooming, in spite of the neglect, and willing myself to imagine digging around, pulling weeds. Outside, hanging with a friend, making plans, starting a new project, finishing the unfinished ones, too.