It’s so beautiful with the snow and low, blue November light that I don’t want to moan too much about the darkness. (It’s really dark though, isn’t it?) I suppose there is a lesson here– the less of something you have the more you appreciate it?
Garrison Keillor won my category of the SOVA awards Sunday night, but that’s still pretty good company to be in. We celebrated Stoli’s 25th birthday for the first time last night with pizza and cake (we will do it all week long I bet, as Chip is on his way home from deer hunting and will want a family dinner) the ladies held a birthday Zumba party too. (My knee is all puffy from shoveling snow so I passed.)
Tonight the school is holding a fundraiser for Linnus from 5-7, it’s tacos and an art auction, to help with the expenses of staying in Anchorage until she can fly home. She’s on the mend, but it will take time. Martha emailed that she is so grateful for all your cards and prayers, and plans to be home for Thanksgiving. Such good news. Also, I found out who wrote “Be Brave. Be Kind. Be Thankful.” On my chalk board, and shared the pretty good story about that, and the medevac with Linnus in my column this week. You might like it.
Finally, an apology. I was re-reading some of these posts, and realized that my thoughts are faster than my two fingers can type, I apologize for the typos. (I’d never let them fly in a column, obituary, or a book, but those get many edits, and have other readers. These are first drafts.) I have a friend who practices mindfulness. She advocates taking three deep breaths before answering the phone or a text. (Me? I’m running out of the shower and sliding across the hall floor to answer a call from some pollster or pings from my children…) I am going to work at writing– and doing everything– the knee is a reminder why– more mindfully. I like that word. I think in the long run, it will save time, or at least make me more in charge of my time, and thus less frantic, don’t you? Let’s begin right now, with three deep breaths.
