We are deep into the month of Winter Solstice, religious remembrances of our sources of hope and promise, and time markers that put before us visions of what happened, and turns us toward what could be new. In the present, we have what is before us today. For that I count my blessings: One, I am still here; two, my grateful list illuminates abundance; and when I get to three I'm no longer in specifics, it melds into boundless reflection.
The wash machine just sang its tuneful signal that it is finished with the light colors. Time for the darks.
In the realm of specifics, Keoni made it through the Atlanta airport chaos the morning after the big power outage there. He was actually pretty much on schedule when he arrived in Philly. One evening, Keoni and Aidan called and said they were in the area and would like to stop by. What a treat! It all felt so natural and so welcome. And, with Aidan at the piano and Keoni on Marge's chair lift...
the evening devolved into laughter...
Later, after they'd gone home, I whipped up some cookies...
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| Yes, that's butter. |
...and drove over to the farm to participate in the Annual Bolding Christmas tree decoration time. Mostly, I watched as lights and decorations were hung and enjoyed the moment, Wassail, cookies, and good company.
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| Over in Missouri, Clarence was asleep under Jeanenne and Larry's tree. |
One day, I moved furniture around again. This time, downstairs. Some specifics...
Shoutout to Marge: Thank you, for being a wonderful house sharer.
Sandy sent us a photo of the rubbing we did of Grandpa Steinbach's name at Ellis Island using a pencil from a passerby and a cash register receipt...
She also sent a couple photos of her recent drawings...
Stepping outside in the somewhat more urban surroundings here in Quakertown, it is always welcome hearing geese, looking up and watching a group fly by...
It is impossible to not smile when Sebastian, Fancy, and Frezz greet me at the barn lot gate...
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