Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Going Out

Darn, the sparkles never show up very well, but they are part of what makes snow so beautiful


















Off to Kelvington to see Grandma today. It's her 94th birthday. Everett will come along; we'll pick Grandma up and take her over to my niece Cara's new home, where we'll meet my sister Karen and our aunt Shirley and have a cup of tea together. We'll keep it short and sweet, as Grandma tends to worry about getting back to her familiar surroundings and be confused.

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I keep telling myself that I’m not going to come to the computer with my coffee when I first get up in the mornings, because I get tied here for too long. Instead I’m going to sit at the table or read a book. But I don’t. I keep coming here.

I also tell myself I’m going to do the advised thing and do the Tibetan Rites first thing and before eating breakfast. But that rarely happens, as the last thing I want to do when I first get up is exercise. I want to sit and sip my coffee and nothing much more.

Weekends are the only mornings I wake up, remember that I don’t have to work that day, and breathe a sigh of relief because there is no pressure at all. Except lately, now that we take laundry in and pick Emil up in town on Saturdays.


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Time to get into the tub, wrap the prezzies, and then head out into the cold blue yonder.
Oh -- first, an email from Joanne has just come in. Will get that posted onto her blog page, Out Margo Way (see link on left).