The clock shows 9:06 pm and which tonight is the time I choose to retire. It wasn’t too many years ago that I wanted to stay awake until midnight on December 31st and greet January first with a fizzy drink in hand. Well circumstances change. One of them is that I am sleepy long before midnight. So I change my schedule. Now I go to bed when I feel like it and that is often sometime around 9 pm. I learned long ago that the New Year comes in quietly whether I stay up and watch the clock or not. It was always fun to watch TV and see the ball drop in New York city on the stroke of midnight. And then again in Chicago an hour later and further west later still. But time goes on and a new year arrives whether I watch a ball or not. But there is no reason in this day that I cannot give everyone I love the best wishes for the next 365+ days. Make your own good luck and have a happy celebration on this eve of a brand new year.
Archive for December, 2012
This is the day our calendars mark as the last day of the year 2012. And that’s a good day to celebrate. I like celebrating anything. I can celebrate today because tomorrow will be the first day of the year 2013 – an arbitrary day decided by some authority two thousand and thirteen years ago. That’s OK because we have to start sometime and tomorrow is as good a day as any. I can choose to make tomorrow the first day of my own, marking the rest of my life from here on.
I am addicted to Mahjong. Sometimes I play with animal blocks. That is different and fun. On occasion the oddest animals make a match. I happened to find that by accident. Accidents like that are fun, too. Oh I like solitaire and the speed of setup at conclusion makes many more games possible. When I worked and had noon break I actually had to deal real cards to play. Believe me there were fewer games played then. But it is all for fun anyway. If money was riding on the game I would not be playing. I do not enjoy losing money, any time, any where.
I got a fluffy warm dark blue jacket. The lining is paisley, shades of blue and touches of red. Very pretty. I wish I could turn it inside out and have the paisley on the outside. No such luck. Maybe I will have better luck in Oxnard. California is warmer and maybe the sun will make it more colorful. Next week I will be there. Darn the long plane ride. Oh well if I gotta I gotta. And I will wear the jacket.
As Nancy drove me from Everett to Bellingham I verified my decision to sell my house and lot in Richland. I will check with Yvonne in reference to a qualified and experienced realtor that will handle the transaction. It is with heavy heart that I come to that decision but better that I do that with mind intact rather than when I may not be able to do so. I will live in it until a sale is verified but I have no clue how long that will take. Then I will stay with daughter Nancy as a home base although I have the option of living with other kids as well. I will sell my car first. It has no dents and has only fifty eight thousand miles. I will no longer need car insurance nor the gas required for driving. For some time yet I will remain in residence while I sort out my stuff, deciding what to keep and what not.
Is what I call Christmas cactus really a cactus? What is a cactus after all? A plant that appears to store water in its “leaves” therefore can exist in dry soil and dry climates. Nancy has a large specimen of that species and rarely waters it. Maybe once a month if she thinks of it. Somehow the plant is pleased. After a heavy watering blossoms appear on the outer end of the many branches. The blossoms are unlike other flowers I know of. Petals continue to cascade from the bud, in florets to form a long blossom that is lovely and intriguing. Stamens and pistils are side by side at the end of the blossom. Nancy starts new plants by burying an end “leaf” in the dirt and it takes root. Not magic, just plant cells reaching for nourishment. As the underground cells take up water and nutrients the above ground cells take up oxygen, turn it to sugar, I’m told, and turn it into leaves. Certainly not magic although it appeared that way to humans before they figured out the science. Anyway no matter that we understand the process it nevertheless is one that humans have not been able (so far) to duplicate.
Thomas drove us, Naomi, Avery and Morgan up to Nancy and Jerry’s on Tuesday, December 25, Christmas day. Nancy had a variety of snacks when we arrived. Then a dinner of salmon, mashed potatoes, squash and green beans. We talked about a lot of things mostly of things the way they used to were. But it was a very good visit. Then we were back to Tom’s by ten pm. Susie’s cats are now in residence. Ginger is accepting of my presence but the other Serval is downright hostile, snarling and spitting and putting her claws in my pant legs as if to warn me away. Their cat box is in the plant room where I have a bed. We’ll see how that works out. Nancy sent two pots of Christmas cactus back with Morgan which are also in the plant room. Well why not? I will get into bed. Its time — 10:30 PM. And I think I am tired enough to get immediately to sleep.
OK to give gifts and think happy thoughts – just remember there are many gifts to give that need not be wrapped in colorful paper. Love to you all. and a Happy long life.
Love, Naomi Sherer
Morgan came today, December 24, 2012. She is a young and very pretty young lady. I got a nice hug, wet from the falling rain, which I appreciate comes instead of snow. I expect snow is falling in Richland but it is of no matter to me now. Condition of Snoqualmie pass will determine when Thomas can get us through because he has to return to Everett the same day. A hard drive but that’s the way it is. Today we , Thomas, Morgan, Avery and me will go to Bellingham for the night before Christmas. Where and if I go from there is a plan I have not yet made. Nothing critical beckons me home and I like to stay with Nancy for her birthday , January 3. I also feel good about being in my own house but since I will be alone I may make other plans. I will let you know. Put on a happy face to brighten the holidays. The calendar is past the cusp so a new year will soon begin.