My mom and brother share a birthday, and so did my dad and I. Sisters Sally and Pam are rugged individualists with birthdays all their own.
Today, I’ll be joining Mom and Jerry, and Jerry’s lovely wife, Anna, for a birthday luncheon. It’s been way too long since I’ve seen my mother–in fact, I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ll be bringing along her Christmas presents when I head out. Between snowstorms, flu and deadlines, I haven’t been real mobile this winter.
Lately, we’ve had glimmers of sunshine, bright as spring. (I love it when that happens.) The wild turkeys are out and about, comical gobblers are they, and I’ve heard the geese, too. Seems they’re already north-bound, and that’s a real good sign.
I was working away yesterday afternoon when the computer suddenly ate more than a thousand words–I must have touched the wrong button or something–and I responded with remarkable equanimity–for me. I just made myself another cup of coffee (I love my Keurig machine), decided it was an omen–I must have been on the wrong track–and sat down to rewrite the lost words, and a few extra besides. And you know what? The new scene is MUCH better.
I think my guardian angel must have reached over my shoulder and hit ‘delete’.
And that’s the news from my kitchen table.
Stay warm, stay safe, and stay kind. We’re all riding the same trail.