I wrote an entire posting and then Carson barked frantically and I tossed my laptop aside and all was lost. I'm so glad you're out there. Ron wound up in lousy, bad weather while he was doing what I thought was fixing his toolbox to his truck. I was busy packing up a care package for his next road adventure. I then saw him grinning and connecting a plug to the power box above our mailbox and I immediately knew what he was doing. He hooked up my star. The one he built for me so many years ago. The strings aren't there yet, Jimmy will connect them this week, but the star is shining bright. We are the star house...I hope our star sends hope to not only those who see it, but to all of you.
I will be posting some old Christmas letters. I don't have a lot of old ones so I'm going to be sending out missives to everyone. I started my Christmas stories in 1981. How great if I could find them all...quite a story they would tell.
In the meantime, don't let the holidays get in the way of your celebration of life. We have one another. That's quite the gift.
To the universe...make a difference in a tiny way this season and, while you're at it, every day. Why not? Tiny steps. One by one. Change the world.
A myriad of rambling thoughts and ideas from an old broad who has been there, done that, bought the T-shirt and threw it away a long time ago. However, this old broad still has a lot to say. Here we go...
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