Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
You HAVE to read this book!
First off, I am someone who does not normally have time to read, but I MADE time to finish reading this book (I had a hard time putting it down). Secondly, I don't cry easily and I yet I had to stop twice, while reading this book, to BAWL my eyes out.
I read a library copy, but now I want to OWN the book so I can reread and underline and highlight the passages that struck a chord. And I want to get several copies to give as gifts, because this is an incredible book!
Monday, December 8, 2008
I am SO glad I did.
Of course, mine looks nothing like the fancy scrapbooker's, but I am making no apologies.
I haven't seen theirs yet, but I made mine out of a binder once created for Hallmark ornament collectors (25 cents at the thrift store). The cover is a beautiful green with metallic gold accents.
I used a few of the blank pages that came with the binder, but thought it would be a great place to display Christmas cards collected from past years. I also added photos from previous Decembers. The program from Victoria's winter concert this year (she is in choir) also joined the mix.
The end pages are my two most favorite *glitter* Christmas cards.
Pretty soon I found I was using the cards themselves as pages and like how the "page" sizes are now staggered. Sometimes there is room to write on the front of the cards, but most of the time I use the reverse (I just used the covers of the cards). I stamped numbers and sometimes a background design and stars where I plan to write. Yesterday my son commented that the days were "flying" by. For once I did not agree. By writing a little something about each day, I am able to enjoy each day a little longer; commit it to memory. Savor the events. And so although Christmas may be the destination, I am not letting the days before go by in a frantic blur.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
It was 50*F., yesterday, December 2. The sun was shining, taking the edge off the crisp air. We figured this day would be the balmiest for the month of December and the further we got from my birthday, the less it would seem like a birthday present. Can you imagine planning a motorcycle joy ride in December? That was the POINT! A summery ride would have been fun, enjoyable. This was INVIGORATING, dang it! It was foolish, jumping off of the roof sort of high jinx. And I was niave. I was dressed in layers, but only had jeans on, no long underwear. A scarf bundled my throat and chin, because Howard said my chin would get cold. Do you remember as a kid playing outside in the snow (if you had snow when you were growing up) until you were stiff with cold, chilled to the bone and your wet clothing was threatening to freeze to your body? Remember how your mom would call you to come in because she could see that your lips were blue and your cheeks were chapped with cold and do you also remember your reply? "NO! I don't want to! I'M OKAY!" You were having too much fun. Being cold was just a small inconvenience.
THAT was THIS ride.
IT WAS A RUSH!!!
Five minutes into the ride down country roads, past open stubbly fields, my pampered middle aged body got shocked with cold as the wind penetrated the gaps around my thick suede gloves and cuffs of my jeans. I was 9 years old again, shushing down the sledding hill in Balduck Park on a wooden sled with no means of steering. Back to my middle aged reality of blasting horizontally through space on the back of a motorcycle, maniacal laughter was bubbling up under my scarf and threatening to spew out. OmyGosh! Was I insane? I was COLD! I was literally breathless as the wind whipped against my face. Then I realized that the visor on my helmet went all of the way down. AH! And then ha ha ha HA! That's SO much better! I could BREATHE again and my face thawed. And then I did laugh. HahahahaHAHAHAhahaHA! At my silliness of not knowing that I had face protection. HahaHA. At the incredible scenery whipping by. HaHA! At the sensation of being cold and enjoying every second of it. HA! At being ALIVE and being blessed with feeling cold and happy at the same time. Howard would reach back and give my hand or leg a squeeze every once in a while to make sure I was okay and I would give his ribs a squeeze to let him know that I was. We drove 28 miles on back roads to a larger small town to eat at Buxton Bar-B-Que. The brisket sandwiches and fries were good, but we were both disappointed that hot coffee wasn't available. Otherwise the day was perfect.
If the ride was cold on the way out, it was down right freezing on the way back with my full belly drawing blood from my extremities to aid digestion. You would think hot food would stoke you like a furnace. NOT! We took I-70 back for a quicker return trip since I had to pick Rebecca up from pre-school at 3:00pm. Driving on the interstate had its own thrills (I felt like we were more vulnerable). Back at my in-law's house, I got off the bike and gave Howard a big hug and kiss. "Same time next year?" I said with a wink in my grin. "Uh, lets try for one in the summer", was the cautious reply.
A few minutes later as I headed to town in my warm, enclosed car, I passed my father-in-law riding his smaller, lighter weight Honda. The one he had me sit on to "try on for size". The cute, cheery red one he would love for me to learn to ride so I could go riding with him. I chuckled. Howard loves riding his bikes too much to let a little winter weather slow him down. And I would happily join him again-- only next time I would plan on having long underwear(! ) And he would bring the coffee!