December 7, 2019
In yesterday’s mail, an envelope with familiar handwriting: mine! The December prayer calendars I mailed my brother and his family in mid-November had returned. A reasonable return, for on the envelope I had named my loved ones but left off the address. (I’m picturing my pen interrupted when the phone rang, or the timer went off …) Oh well, it’s still December, and my brother is all of a mile from where I live, so I can hand-deliver. Should he be reading this, today’s prayer calendar entry is this timely gem by Molly Ivins:
‘Leap I lightly, with the grace of a gazelle, to focus not on what’s wrong, but how to fix it.’
There have been other errors due to holidaze, but mostly I’m ooching along okay.
I made a bold move this year. Our tree, my province to put up, is the smallest one ever, and has no ornaments, just companions. To my utter surprise and relief, my husband likes it! Evidently for him it’s the spirit, not the adornment:
My son Dave has a twin of this tree at his house. His is on the hearth and his beautiful wife has adorned it with ornaments depicting food. She was wise to introduce it to their 23-month-old by inviting her to touch and name each food: grapes! hamburger! pancakes! pineapple! taco! So far Amelia is content with that. As for two-week-old Shep, he’s expressed no interest. Give him a year …