No entry since dropping my mother on her tender little head. I don't think there's any correlation between my absence and that horrid incident other than the fact that it meant she needed to stay with us instead of returning home after the MRI. By its very nature, having someone live in your living room, and being the one who must do that living as such, creates controlled chaos and some degree of disruption in all lives connected to the event. Between recuperating and caring, we tried valiantly to catch up with the commercial side of Christmas as the Christ-like aspect was being exercised daily in all of us. I must declare our attempts successful overall. And for the first time in remembered history, my husband and children, in cahoots with my invalid mother, surprised me . . . with a sorely needed but most unexpected new digital Canon camera.
Really, this time of year does not stir a deeper faith in my soul, unless it's faith that the checkbook and our patience will hold out. The way society now practices this particular holiday, Christians actually have to exert effort to insert Christ back into the mix. Rather ironic though not at all surprising given the historical curve of all advanced cultures. However, I see His hand all year round, often in circumstances most uncommon and not likely to make it into the pages of any self-help bestsellers or onto the stage of any sold-out convention. He works quietly, and often strangely per the human perspective, in my life. I'm okay with that.
I spent this morning meandering my way through a late Christmas letter to stuff into my also late Christmas cards. This is one of my favorite traditions during the holiday season. Making contact via snail mail with pictures and words. My list is rather long. It should probably be trimmed. Sadly, it was trimmed by one this past year as one of Jimmy's friends in Lamar passed away unexpectedly. He was only in his 40's (or had he hit 50?). Ironically, one of my oldest correspondents is yet with us at the ripe old age of 102 (or is that 103?). By hook or by crook, I will GET THESE THINGS mailed this week! Maybe one year I will address only envelopes to those who actually address envelopes to us, but I'm not there yet. And though I espouse the act of saving trees and reducing waste, e-mail Christmas cards a [personal] sacrilege to me. To all of you who read AND sent cards our way: a very large and lusty THANK YOU! They are scattered throughout the living room and dining room.
We plan on spending two nights and days away from this house come New Year's Eve. Last night, Jimmy and I decided to make it a non-party celebration. Just us and the kids and a room at Embassy Suites. Simple. Fun. No schedule. Maybe hit that sushi place in Franklin that serves it up via a conveyor belt on color-coded plates. There will be bubbly. And free breakfast. And swimming. Not to mention sleeping in.
I may or may not be back before the New Year hits. If I don't write before then, have a truly safe and celebratory New Year's Eve, whatever you choose to do. I hope your Christmas was enjoyable, entertaining, healing, and any number of other appropriate adjectives.
Knowing you readers are out there makes life on a bad day good . . . on a good day . . . better.
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