Whoosh

Tempus fugit and all that.
The 2nd course of 4 treatments is complete –a short pause until radiation and surgery. It’s not been good, but it is better.
Now for something else… my inbred loathing of Christmas being at odds with with a gaggle of girls all cranked up and wobbly with the thrill of the big day. I know: the smell of the tree, the music, the baking, the, the, the ….stuff.
Now I find myself coming around to the season. So many reasons’ not to be bummed and low. We’re taking advantage of the opportunity to forget and live it up a bit in the eye of this stormy year.
I try to imagine being without all that this life has brought me. The paradoxes that are my girls astounds me. The gleam in my S.’s eyes as she plots how to not get a lump of coal, while suspecting she might be deserving. F.’s wide eyed innocence that hides a tenacity of will and spirit that will crush lesser beings that choose to resist.  C.’s pure beauty, a physical presence that still makes me gasp. Super cool and classy. Smart. She’s not a bad cook either.

So here I am, weirdly excited and frightened about Christmas and the coming year. I plan to enjoy the moment with love, patience and joy of being with family and friends.
I’m not a big one for quotes, as my writing tends to be cliched enough, but this one makes too much sense not to share:
A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours. - John B. Priestly
I plan to do just that.
Cheers, PT