These weirdly long holiday weekends this year are nice, but they leave me feeling somewhat discombobulated. I don't know what to do with myself with so much time off.
Bruce took Michael to the new Mission Impossible movie yesterday, and did I get anything done? No, not really. Did some reading. Wrapped some things to mail. Cleaned the kitchen.
We de-Christmasized the house yesterday, in record time. Now our family room looks 50% bigger, but somehow empty without the big tree.Michael was very helpful during the process but I know he's a bit down. He loves Christmas. That's one reason I suggested he and Bruce go to the movie. A good distraction.
I've gotten where in recent years I leave out some of the collection of angels, more and more, because it does my heart good to see them. I believe in angels.
I have spoken to Alesia several times over the holidays. She sounds good, and says she is fine and not to worry. Of course, I worry still. However, she is articulating [without me asking] that she needs to finish school and get some job skills, which is great. She also promised to send me an address where I can send her things. That's a good start.
I finally finished reading There is No Hope Here, the book about my friend Julie Holland and her work with the impoverished folks in Appalachia. I was amazed at how skillfully Richard Biggs wrote the book, capturing feelings and painting vivid scenes. He's not a writer by trade. I admire his ability to tell the story.
Julie sent me an autographed copy of the book to give away, and if you'd like it, leave me a comment or shoot me an email. First come, first served.
