December

The weather was nice today. Like 75 degrees. On December 11.  It’s hard to remember Christmas is 2 weeks away when I don’t even need long sleeves and the thermostat in the car wants to turn on the air conditioner (although my friends in Australia would think it is chilly for this time of year.)

It’s easy to remember it’s December when I look at my calendar. On top of my regular work, medical appointments and handbell rehearsals, I am running lights and sound for a Christmas play, have a couple extra tech shifts at the church for special programs, and am playing in the handbell choir for 2 services on Christmas Eve. Whew!

If you are anything like me (and half the general population) it’s easy to meet yourself coming and going in December. I (and the aforementioned general population) also have to consciously carve out time for prayer, relaxation, meditation, or whatever you to do keep yourself centered and sane.

No matter what keeps you busy this time of year, make sure to spend quality time with those you love, and to take that time for yourself. Don’t get so caught up in the busy-ness of the shopping, decorating , cooking and celebrating that you find yourself exhausted before the holiday arrives.

Well, the play is starting. Catch you later. After some quiet time.

 

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What college do you go to?

My daughter just got back from getting the oil changed in my car. My 16 year old daughter. She told me about a young man who struck up a conversation with her. He started with her Texas Rangers shirt, eventually asking where she attends college. Did I mention she is 16?

She is quite a beauty. Inside and out. After what she has endured in her short life I’m not surprised. Her parents divorced, her brother has a chronic illness, she has anxiety, her mother (that would be me) and brother have ADHD and she lost 2 of her grandparents in a couple years time. She is hypersensitive and hypermobile. Translation: she can taste medicine that is supposed to be covered with flavoring and has super loose joints. Her sense of smell is also very acute. I feel sorry for her if she ever gets pregnant and has to walk near the meat section of a grocery store.

For now I will enjoy having her at home, still volunteering to run my errands. I know that all too soon the college question will have an answer.

My baby girl

My baby girl