In this smallish house.
Good morning from partly sunny and cold Vermont. We’ve lost much of our snow because of the heavy rains that came last week. Still, winter persists. Last Wednesday I joined a book group and their discussion of Vinehart Farm. The ladies were thoughtful and welcoming, and also astute. In fact, when I was discussing how for each book there was a word or phrase the editor insisted I used too much, the 98-year-old woman beside me agreed and said, “Too many logs in the stove. We get it!” She was right, of course, as was I. When you heat with wood, you musts be constant and vigilant. Anyway, that was a wonderful day.
I’m on vacation and all four of us are home for a stretch in this smallish house. We all discussed together how to take breaks so that we wouldn’t drive each other crazy. Right now I’m delighted that our family is together, and celebrating this special time of year. We have so many Christmas traditions here at home and at my mother’s. It’s still strange and sad that my dad has gone. I wonder how long it will take before that particular hole is filled?
A short post this week, as I’m heading out to visit my mom and my two sisters, who are popping in there today. I wish you a loving stretch of good days, that you don’t find yourself alone unless you want to be, and the delicious feeling that all will be well as we celebrate Christ’s birthday and enter a new year.
Check back next week for another segment of Finding Home.