A Special Evening

December 16, 2017 at 4:33 am (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, grief, Memoir, Middle age) (, , , )

Last night, I went to a Christmas party hosted by two of the most gracious people I know. They live in an exclusive neighborhood in my home town. I love to hear Rosie tell her love story. We all laughed because she lived across the golf course from her soon to be groom. He was building his new home and met her at a Christmas party at the Country Club.Within four months, he proposed to her and the rest is beautiful history.

I have been attending a womans group for twenty plus years now. My husband died from complications from diabetes when our son as three years old. Our lives were changed forever over night. I had my church family who were a great comfort to my son and I first met Rosie at her book store while shopping one day. I remember how warm and friendly she was and has a beautiful smile. She invited me to her home that evening. I started going to her home once a month for a womans time of fellowship. Being a single parent, I sometimes felt over whelmed with my pre teen son.  I knew if I had trouble, second moms were always there to listen or give a hug if needed. I felt safe in the company of woman. I really appreciated the fact we all had something to give to each other in our little group of friends. When my son became a tween, we could laugh and share our war stories of parenting.

Back to the Christmas party. The home was decorated so beautifully with white lights and red ornaments. The host is a gourmet cook so we had delicious assortment of baked goods and snacks. Rosie is always the gracious hostess someone new comes. She is an Author, recorded the Psalms to music, wrote three cook books. She gives them away to bless others.  Everyone leaves with more than just a hug from her. I love the block they live on has red lighted trees displayed on the lawns.  While driving to their home, I put on my favorite holiday music and drove around looking at all the big homes lit up. I was surprised by the dim street lamps. I was going to late to my party got turned around by a few streets. All hope was not lost as I found the house at last. I was the scond one there. Worried for nothing.

I  needed to love of some dear friends last night. everyone at work is sick or getting over being sick. No one has any energy or wants to celebrate the holiday. If a sweet co worker had not put up the tree for us and decorated it, we probably would not have one this year. Our party is this Sunday…. I still need to get my supplies bought and put together for the festive day. I look forward to seeing everyone together with the kids. I like the group of people I work with. They are fun to be with, we help each other at the end of our shift, we do our paper work together and have great conversations and coffee together. If everyone can stay healthy long enough that is.

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Better Options

November 29, 2017 at 8:11 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking, Uncategorized) (, , , )

 

I have heard a lot of conversations about clean food lately. Everyone seems confused about what the term really means. I think I have an idea as to what people are talking about. I hope.

The term clean food suggests healthier options to diets and life style choices. They say taking a walk after a meal helps in digestion, healthy for your heart, helps with cholesterol, and helps clear the mind. More neighborhoods are considered family friendly ( there is a good term). A safe friendly neighborhood as opposed to what? One with high crime,we would willingly take our children for a walk around. Not a wise person. Clean food is based on the same principle. Officials have gotten together to cut down on the amount of sodium we get in our daily diets. Coke products have lowered the sugar content in drinks, packaged lunch meats are cutting sodium levels in half.

TV commercials are getting on board as well. Popular food chains are adding healthier option to kids meals. Instead of fat deep-fried foods,kids can have apples and milk to replace fries. I noticed in the last couple years restaurants and fast food chains are adding the calories to menu items. Consumers can make better choices in what they order. Some dollar menu items have always include salads with low fay dressings. A friend and I went into a popular sandwich place the other day. I was delighted to see the menus have added more fresh fruit and vegetables to the menu. A dinner now comes with a baked potato, red skin potato, rice, or mashed potato with gravy as an option. Some folks such as I cannot tolerate high sodium. Others have allergies to nuts, eggs, dairy,wheat and so forth.

There has been a 31 a day clean eating poster around for a while now. It includes eating more fruits and vegetables for healthy living.  When building a salad,go crazy on the amount of clean options being offered. Salad bars have come along way in the last few years. You no longer have to go to an up scaled neighboring restaurant to get a good salad bar. I also notice menus are carrying low carb,and under 500 calorie choices. One of the best planned out fast food chain ideas came in the form of a play land area for the kids. Someone was brilliant. Instead of going home after your meal, the kids can meet new kids and improve on social skills and burn off some energy and calories as well. We really have made strides in the right direction to getting our great country healthier.  But of course, it does all boil down to personal preference. There is nothing wrong to choose the super sized meal. I hope everyone knows I mean this. I just wanted to help shed some light on confusion I have read in blog posts and in general conversations.

I recently read a post from someone who I thought made a good assessment on all of this. Like so many, this new idea about clean eating was a bit concerning to her. I loved a comment she had made about clean food as opposed to dirty food. Brilliant! She made a good point about high fat, deep-fried, mashed potato and heavy gravy are the dirty foods. She may have come up with a coined phrase. I just think folks are really looking at life style changes with so many hereditary diseases, high blood pressure, stroke and heart disease. it just makes sense to take good care of ourselves.

I went out to eat with a friend the other day. While pouring over the menu, we were commenting on the new winter menu items. free range chickens, grass-fed beef, lighter fare breakfast items,veggie burgers were just a few of the updated menu items being offered. I do not get a chance to go out very often, so it was nice catch up with a dear friend and have better choices added to our changing our minds three times to finally order lunch.  I like the idea steps are being taken to get America fit once again. The question becomes,do you embrace the changes or do you simply look the other way. the choice is really yours.

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Happy Thanksgiving everyone

November 22, 2017 at 8:13 pm (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, grief, Memoir, Middle age) (, , , )

I set out later to my last-minute shopping than expected. The store was not so bad, as I thought the stored would have been more crowded, and crazy.  Wow, tomorrow is Thanksgiving already. Where has this year gone? Sitting here writing this post, I am reflecting on this year; For many families, this holiday season is tough. Lost loved ones, military families peace for the conflicts they face everyday.  God’s continued grace and comfort for your lives. Friends and family who could not come this year.

While sitting here, I am thinking so many blessings I have. Like you, there are too many to count. I have good health, my mom, a good job that I love, my church family who hosts a dinner Sunday before Thanksgiving. we come together and fellowship, and eat, because we have found over the years many  people have no one. This way, the community can come together and have a good meal and  fun-filled evening.

I wanted to share three things I am thankful for; I am thankful for the love and support of my family and friends. I could not have over come my circumstances without you. I appreciate the golden nuggets of your perspective. I make a pot of coffee, sit before the Lord and ponder what was said to me. Others often see what we do not. I keep and open mind, and sift through the conversations.  Everyone grieves differently. I will miss my husband and son at the table tomorrow, but my mom and I will have a nice dinner followed by stories of her childhood. If I could tell the youth anything, it would be enjoyed the stories because when this person is gone, so is the legacy.

I am thankful my community: So many donate, participate, and serve to help the unfortunate ones. Toms Turkey Drive helps to feed 11,000 families a complete turkey dinner. Coats for kids are another way the community comes together to help those in need.  To have a new warm coat for winter is something so many of us take for granted. Union Gospel Mission, food banks, warming shelters so people can have a warm bed, and a meal, local soup kitchens that help feed those who are lonely and feel abandoned. ( I remember one year, my local church was hosting a Thanksgiving dinner. members of the congregation,went around town and picked up those found walking down the street and took them for a warm meal with great conversations). I am proud to live in a caring community not just once a year,but everyday of the year.

I am thankful for good health.  I have learned how to keep my stress under control. I had to learn how to daily deal with stress in life, my grief , concerns for the care of my aging mother, and taking good care of myself. One of my secrets is having a cup of coffee with Jesus. I started to have coffee when my husband became terminally ill. I felt a peace enter me,and I could be the wife and mother I needed to be. The same grace and peace is over me now. I choose to walk in thanksgiving instead of bitterness. I have lived a good life and  I think the one thing I am most thankful for is the I was given the privilege to be a wife and mother, even if for a little while.When my husband and I married, we thought we would grow old together, start a family,buy our first house. We envisioned a life as grandparents one day, traveling when we retired. My life was forever changed one day, but God had plans for my life. I think I am most thankful because I am still needed here now. Someone has to keep writing my moms memories, such great stories of her living next door to a movie studio, and watching Roy Rogers film his TV Show. I never get tired of hearing about my Uncle Bert.

May you be surrounded this holiday season my those you hold near and dear to your hearts. Thank you for all your loving support and reading my stories. I hope they touch your heart and you can walk away with a nugget to chew on . The turkey thinks he is pretty smart. happy thanksgiving to all my friends and family.

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As Good As Chocolate

August 30, 2017 at 12:24 am (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age) (, , , )

With our ever busy lives we live today, it is easy to get overwhelmed. We are over committed, not enough hours in the day, can’t get away for vacation this year…again. Some days life feels like a bowel of cherrish, others you are spitting out just the pits. You have just spent a small fortune of school supplies and are discussing with your spouce you went to school with less supplies not so many years ago. School clothes can be expensive,and then sports…..

I was reading a book last week. I read an unexpected chapter on taking care of you. Yes, you matter. There are so many min- vacations you cn take in your own backyard. Ha, you say- close your eyes and remember the best part of a special day. Make you a deviled egg sandwich, put a piece of cloth on your table and a fresh flower from your garden. take a coupe minutes and taste the sandwich and feel the sunshine on your face. Okay,nobody is looking,the kids are playing at the neighbors-turn on the sprinkler and run through it. Go ahead. See the hammock between those two trees? take a few pleasurable moments and lye down and look at the cloud formations. what do you see? take a few minutes and weed your garden,if you enjoy that sort of thing,(others do it because we don’t want the weeds to win). Sit down in your favorite chair outside on your beautiful deck, enjoy that piece of choolate.  Often times,we as busy moms forget we are impotant too.

I am an empty nester. My son moved out a mere eleven years ago now. Yes,my house is quiet,but I have family and friends over often and enjoy a good movie marathon or just catch up with our lives over a yummy desert. A visit with my dear friend and watch one of our favorite British Mysteries.  you can never go wrong sitting a writing a post with a cup of cold coffee, Taking an evening walk around a nice neighborhood, getting ideas about your own landscape.Looking is free.

I plan on taking a couple classes this Fall. On top of working, writing, I also am caring for my aging mom. Caring for my mom sometimes entitles me to an extra piece of chocolate. some of you know what I mean. I have to sometimes be reminded life is getting to me, or I need to take a drive to clear my head. It is easy to loose track of who we are sometimes. This thing we call life really is a beautiful thing. I still ove jearing the crickets at night while siting on my deck. It is fun to hear how loud the cricket can chirp to be heard over the freeway noise. Who said summer is not fun.

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Hazy Days Of Summer

August 10, 2017 at 2:20 am (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Uncategorized) (, , )

I am having a hard time wanting to venture outside this evening to water my poor flowers. My usual sunny blue sky has been replaced with thick brown smoke. We have four wild fires burning around the Inland Northwest. The smoke is so bad, you can hardly breathe. It is a chore to run your errands or grocery shop. I have not taken my evening walk in almost two weeks. I can understand the fog that envelopes your neighborhood in October, but it is a little much to be surrounded by thick blanket of brown haze. 

When I first moved to my forever small town, I was struck by how beautiful the area was. With so many lakes around to fish, go camping in the forest, plenty of hiking, boating, picking huckleberries, and seeing wild life a few feet away. My parents had a cabin, the family would camp for the weekend having caught your dinner and cleaned it,we would put the fish over the open fire. Someone always made a cobbler for desert, then we would play cards until early morning. In the summer, the farmers burned the fields for next years crop. I remember the thick brown smoke, the temperature would rise ten degrees, you could hardly breathe. A couple of years ago, the city band burning the fields due to air quality. 

It is disheartening to earn all the fires around us were not dry lightning. Several were deliberately set by teens. I remember last year driving into town with the hot, dry conditions seeing an idiot throwing a cigarette out the window. One careless mistake can have devastating consequences; Two teenagers learned the lesson the hard way last year. They thought it funny to set a fire in a nice neighborhood. They did not laugh when they were charged with the crime and the parents had to pay for the damage because the teens were minors. It is sad to see the after effects of a fire. Acres of black replaced the beautiful mountains teeming with wildlife. The fires will soon be under control, the smokey air will clear and we can enjoy another season coming upon us.

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Lasting Friendships

July 5, 2017 at 7:32 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking, Single Parent, Uncategorized) (, , , )

 

A couple of nights ago, I was catching up with one of my girlfriends. We were chatting about our busy lives, promising to get together soon. With our busy lives, we sometimes have to pencil each other into our daily planners. As I hung up the phone, I thought about how long we had known each other and how many difficult circumstances we had been through together.  Before w both had full-time jobs, we would run errands together. Most of the errands were taking back paint supplies or wrong sized shoes. I enjoyed Sharon’s company and her upbeat personality. We were both young parents who sometimes struggled either in finances or parenting.

I remember when we first met-I enrolled Levi in pre-school to enhance his social skills, sharing skills, respect skills, and an added plus, he found out little girls were not yucky. Levi really liked going to pre-school everyday and he liked his teacher. After picking Levi up,we would share his day in school and what he learned. I loved hearing him sing his new songs he learned that morning.  You know you have found the right school when class becomes more than just learning colors, numbers and your ABC’s.

The Patterson family and the  De Gon family became lasting friends. Some families live in a forever home, some families move every couple of years. It was always a fun adventure find the new Patterson home and have a nice meal together and maybe watch a movie together. Chris is a paint contractor, I loved to see how he transformed a dated kitchen or bedroom into a beautiful space. Chris is very creative and always added a homey touch to some neglected rentals. Chris and Sharon came over and helped me refresh my home a couple of times. I remember I had basic white walls. Chris painted them a winter sky (light blue). I have always loved the Victorian Style of decorating so the wall color matched my furniture perfect. I remember Chris ragged rolled my kitchen/dinning room and bathroom. Friends asked me “how did I put this up n the walls?” I chuckled. 

 I love living in my small town  with many good friends I can count on when I need comfort or just want to hang out for the evening. A fw years ago, a good friend who just happened to own a B&B in Ireland at the time, came over and  freshened up my bedroom for me. I often wondered why our bedrooms are th last room we decorate. The rest of the house is beautiful,then we enter our room. My friend was shocked I had not messed with it since my husband died. Not because I couldn’t, because I did not know where to start. Looking back, my bedroom needed a make-over and I knew just the person. I laughed because she sent me to Church and when I returned home later, my room looked like a B&B inspired room. She created for me a refuge from the storms in life. My problem is … I have not changed the room in ten years now I do not mess with perfection and Victorian. 

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Summer Days

June 28, 2017 at 4:24 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking) (, , , )

 

Growing up, my brother and I had the best babysitter, my Aunt. My Aunt and Uncle lived down the street from my family; my Aunt turned her ordinary ranch style home into the beauty on the block I had never seen wrought iron used to separate the living room and dining room. My uncle built her a beautiful gazebo, a huge green house for her orchid business, and a dance floor. My Aunt also loved the beach. She would sometimes take my brother and I with her for a couple of days. Not many people have made such an impression on me growing up as my Aunt; I remember how much she loved crafts, especially flower arranging. Every season, she was busy making a center piece fora party. I often  wished I could create beautiful flowers and crafts after watching her.

While surfing the internet, I came across a list of activities for kids to beat the summer boredom. I had to chuckle to myself because growing up, my generation found things to keep occupied. If I ever said I was bored growing up, my mom could think of a million things for me to do. I think sometimes the best summer days are spent biking riding with a friend, going to the Library for story time or checking out your favorite book, going to the park, having a water balloon fight with your friends.  Help dad build a fort with blankets, then invite your friends over for a sleep over. I think technology has taken over so much that kids don’t know how to keep occupied unless they are playing the latest game. I understand parents working longer hours and wanting to check on the kids, getting permission to go to the park with friends, or asking if friends can sleep over, but phones has just taken over as a form of activity. 

I guess I remember growing up with respect: when someone is talking to you, you look them in the eyes, not answer while texting , dinner time was spent at the dinner table eating a good meal and talking about your day, game night, swimming parties, flying a kite in the park(it was a family event). Times have changed in the last 20 years: You can hear the kids screaming outside using colorful language, youngsters sassing parents in the grocery store, kids screaming bloody murder because they could not have a candy bar, does anybody know what a side-walk is used for? Kids do not watch where they are going,  they are too busy to look both ways before darting in front of a moving car,they are too busy on their phones. Summer camp costs too much if you have more than one child, Day Care centers will not take a child after a certain age, it is humorous for me to think  a child can only go to the beach so many times in the summer. I am glad I grew up before technology took over. 

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A Sweet Note

May 10, 2017 at 3:38 am (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking, Single Parent, Survivor) (, , )

 

I am sitting here thinking about a poem my son had written several years ago. My son moved out to help care for his Grandma after his Grandpa passed away. He left all his worldly possessions in his(my) bedroom thinking I was supposed to just store all his stuff(and he had stuff) for free. They trust us with all this valuable treasures to hold  for them scattered in the basement, the garage, still in limbo in the bedroom. I have to give Levi credit though, at least half of the bedroom was packed up in big boxes(left in the middle of the room). I guess he never thought I would actually want to have a guest bedroom; I love that he thought he could still just walk in the front door scaring me half to death because I was not expecting company, go to (my) room now, pick something up and leave after just three minutes. One day I mentioned to him I wanted to make his room my guest room and either he can move out completely or pay rent on his stuff  he left. The look he gave was priceless. He promised to have all his prized possessions out of the house by the weekend. Levi died in a tragic car accident the next afternoon. He was only 20. 

A couple of Months later, I was going through his desk,  I found a small piece of paper with something scribbled on it. When I opened up the note, I found some sound advice. I would like to share with you the mot important words I will ever read except for God’s word. ” Life can change in a moment, live everyday like you mean it, and don’t look back with any regrets.” My son left a lasting legacy of  the fine young man he had become. I miss he mischievous smile, his infectious laugh, his generous heart, and most of all, his appetite for life. A few years ago, Levi and his boss laid new carpeting in my house. It was a treat to get new carpet, and an honor to have my son help lay it. 

Take the time everyday to tell your loved ones how much you love them, you are proud of them, they can live their dreams, make time to get together often. Our lives have become too busy,slow down. The kids really are only young once. So many families cannot get away for vacations,  the new trend is outdoor living spaces. After a hard days work, come home put on the grill, go for a swim, and end the evening in front of the outdoor fire-place( I am jealous). Life is about slowing down and making lasting memories. A lot of private homes are looking nicer than a luxury Hotel. Who needs to go to the movies when you have a home theater? You don’t have to be wealthy to make a few changes the whole family can enjoy for years to come. Watching some of the Home Renovation Shows give you some good ideas on how to improve the home without adding square footage. 

 

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The New Year

January 9, 2017 at 9:12 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking) (, , , , , )

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This is a New Year resolution gone terribly wrong! Like so many, we have a game plan on what we would like to achieve in the coming year. Funny thing is, if we take a poll say three weeks from now,we will find most have moved on to Reality. I think we bit off more than we can chew,and give up. Getting into shape,stop eating so much junk food on the run, making more time for family are great goals.

I decided a few years ago not to make New Years resolutions. If you don’t make them,you can’t break them after a few days into the brand new year. I think the only things I wanted in the new year was peace, better parenting tips(because Levi was a strong-willed child), less condemnation when I wasn’t living up to others expectations. Over the years, I have had many wonderful friends who really had my son and my best interests in mind. A dear friend gave me some nice jeans and long sleeve t-shirts, plus a new make-up compact. Being a single mother on a budget, I appreciated her out pouring of love.

My life in an empty nest has its blessings and it’s drawbacks as well. Gone are the two a.m. pizza delivery (Levi told them do Not ring door bell, I think he had the delivery guy tap on his window), no more late charges at the video store,gone is the high water bill when your son discovered girls and they want you to smell nice,long distance phone calls(Levi found out the hard way about phone bill coming to mom’s house and she actually reads them), No more son sneaking in the front door or out the window(always a neighbor up at two a.m., you have more cash in your wallet, on the computer until the crack of dawn and then they think mom will let them stay home from school-silly child. Those parenting years,you invest so much blood,sweat and tears into them and hope they can make the best of getting out on their own. I know so many young adults do not want to spread the wings and fly away. Life can be scary outside the comforts of the family home. So many concerns like paying rent,enough hours at work, utilities ,food, clothes. My generation made it,these young adults will make it also. My son and I realized when Levi turned 19, it was time for him to move out. We were Both ready, maybe more me than him,but just the same. He moved in with his Grandma to help her when his grandpa passed away. His grandma kept him honest. Doors locked at ten p.m. sharp. Many times his friends called while Levi was on his way to home begging his grandma not to lock him out. I am proud of the fine young man Levi had become.

Parenting is the greatest blessing God could have ever entrusted parents with. The first cry after delivery,(I made this tiny person), watching the first: first steps,first words,first foods,first tantrum, first time riding a bike,first time training wheels come off,first hospital visit, first swing set and inviting a friend over to help break it in. Life goes by so fast until you realize, your child is now in Grade School; you wonder how did that happen? I was just changing his or her diapers and now we are hosting the Big ten years old Birthday Party. From Royal Rangers, Cub scouts, Boys and Girls Scouts, soccer,baseball, dance recitals, music performances we as parents leave a lasting memory in our children. They can remember mom and dad watching them play ball, or listening for my turn for a piano performance.

My life in middle age is full of life,blessings,a good jog I love,caring for my aging mom,snow(until one gets stuck at work in the driveway and has to get a ride) but hey, this is part of Winter right? We are getting one storm after another now. I can deal with a few more storms and then Spring will arrive. I some help this year  to become even a better reformed black thumb gardener. At least I have trees that are fifteen feet tall now, I can wait to start planting, pruning, dead heading,and fertilizing my yard. I live in one season at a time; Right now, I am shoveling snow and really appreciate my neighbors who have helped keep my driveway cleared for me. Everyone has their own dreams about what middle age will be:traveling maybe, more free time to go fishing, buying a motor home for weekend getaways, time spent with grandkids, down sizing the home because we don’t need as much room now or buying a bigger house to accommodate your ever-growing family. I am happy where my life has taken me. I have had some personal tragedies along the way,but I would not trade my life for anything. I am only fifty-five, so I am not ready for the Senior center just yet,but I do enjoy nature hikes in the beautiful mountains,watching the deer,elk, quail,and wild turkeys that roam around the neighborhood. I spend time with my aging mom making dinner,showers, getting the mail(I feel like cinderella sometimes). I try to see the beauty in each new day.

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Out With The Old, In With The New

December 31, 2016 at 9:32 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Life beyond parenting, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking) (, , , , )

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Happy New Year everyone. So many around the Country are getting ready for the grandest party of the season. Some choose wisely to stay in and watch the ball drop at midnight,while others will be in Times Square. Say a prayer for our men and woman in uniform tonight. Their families are praying they come home safe tonight.

My New Years Eve would start with church services and then a group of us would go to Denny’s and order food to be shared and visit until almost midnight.  We had anywhere from four and as many as ten join us. Fun memories of good and new friends talking over the sermon and what the New Year meant to them. This year I am working an early shift and will watch the ball drop in New York with a co-worker. This should prove interesting, since neither of us feel really good today, plus a fair amount of snow is in our forecast for tonight and tomorrow.

I remember my parents hosted the best parties. From thanksgiving until New Years day, family and friends gather at their home. Everyone would go sledding around the neighborhood being pulled by my dad in his 1946 Willie’s Jeep. Friends and cousins held on tight each other and we laughed while trying to stay on the sled. My dad loved to turn into a curve and you just missed slamming into a car on the street. but we missed them. Mom had home-made chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven and hot cocoa waiting when we could not feel our finger and toes anymore. We would have a nice dinner after sledding and toast with home-made wine from uncle Howie at midnight. After I got married and we had our son, we brought Levi over to join the sledding party. Levi’s first sledding ride was fun at first until he lost a glove and put his hand down on the snow and discovered it was cold. He cried.

Funny how the years change holidays.  Most of our family and friends has moved away, my husband dad and son has passed away. I spend quiet holidays with mom now. I make us a nice salmon dinner for New Years Day. She watches the ball game on t.v., then off to bed. She told me last night,one of her favorite New Years Eve memories was getting dressed up as mob husband and wife and going to a Murder Mystery Night hosted by a dear couple and neighbor; Mom and dad by the way, were the murders. What a hoot; This mild-mannered couple. I can’t remember what the prize was,but mom has a lasting memory of a great evening with a four course dinner and game.

Another year has come and gone. 2017 is fast upon us. Idaho like many parts of the Country is preparing for another round of snow and frigid temps. Spring is around some corner right? They say the older you get, the fast time seems to fly. I can almost see myself in my Capri pants and tunic top already. Have safe and Happy New Year everyone.

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