Yes. It's Tuesday, I know. But this is the way the beach looked yesterday around 9 in the morning. I find the other worldly beauty of a gray day full of magic.
And there was beach glass. Lots of it.
In other news, life just keeps happening. (This is a good thing, mostly, if you leave the current political nightmare out of it.) But I'm going to Chicago for a funeral tomorrow. The holidays are barely registering with me, though I still hope to put up a Christmas tree with my mom's crocheted snowflakes when I return. A dear friend will be staying at my house while I'm away, and will continue to stay on for a bit after my return. Who knows maybe some festive fury will overtake me.
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| last year's tree |
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| Christmas long ago. I think I was maybe 12. |
2 comments:
I just wrote about shopping for the grandchildren and it was so easy because my daughter knew exactly what they wanted and all I had to do was pay for it and I also wrote about how NOT GUILTY I am going to feel waking up in Mexico on Christmas morning.
It's going to be glorious.
Christmas without your mom. There may be tears and that's ok. I could barely face my first christmas without my mom. The tree sat in our living room, undecorated till Christmas eve when my daughter took matters into her own hands. My friend, who is a therapist, does a roaring business during this season. Take is slow. Sending love.
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