It was a terrible time. I’m thinking about her a lot these days as we approach the first anniversary of her death.
She loved Thanksgiving and Christmas and she always tried her best to make those times special for us.
I’m also very thankful for you; the people who take the time to read me and especially those of you who take the time to comment. This blog has gotten me through a lot this year. I think it has helped keep me sane.
I’m afraid that my family might disagree with that assessment.
If you’ve been popping in lately you can see that I’m trying to learn about blog design. Yeah, I ought to learn it on a test site, but what would be the thrill of that? I’ve already completely brought down my site four times!
Each time I stop breathing for a moment as I desperately try to figure out how to fix it. You have to go to Vegas to get that kind of excitement.
I’ve learned about FTP and my blog’s backend (which isn’t like mine at all), HTML, and CSS.
Rafael, at Bluehost, and I have grown very close the past few days. I know how to bring it down, but I also now know how to resurrect it again, Toot Sweet (or tout de suite for you French purists out there).
I’m loving Thesis and I’m glad I purchased it, but all the PR about it being easy-shmeasy for the non-programmer is utter BULLSHIT.
I wish I could write thought-provoking stuff about Jesus and faith every day that would bring in bunches of new commenters and tons of new traffic, but frankly that’s really exhausting and I can’t. I won’t.
One of the ways that I hang on to my Christianity is that I don’t wrestle with it every day. That puppy’s got teeth. I’m pretty sure that if I started doing that I’d toss it outside like many of my friends have too.
Speaking of teeth, Raynor has a whole new set. And they still hurt like hell when he suddenly chomps them down on you without warning. He’s getting better, but he’s still a puppy.
Correction. He’s an adolescent. Ugh. Another teenager to raise.
If he was a human being teenager he’d be begging for the car keys and sneaking out to drink beer with his friends. He needs a lot of exercise right now. I can’t believe I got him to sit still for one second to snap a picture.
But he is smart and beautiful and he’ll grow out of it. All teenagers eventually do.
Speaking of kids, mine won’t be here this year. Jeff and I made a big production getting the day off together but the kids can’t make it. Wolfie can’t make the trip up due to work, and Rachel is spending the day with her in-laws. We’ll have our dinner on Friday.
Jeff and I have extensive plans to enjoy each other thoroughly, so it isn’t all bad. Trust me.
As much as I DO enjoy the holidays, Thanksgiving and Christmas always make a tad melancholy.
Though I am thankful for so many things this year–my kids, my friends, my toasty warm home, a refrigerator full of food, a husband who adores me–it’s also very bittersweet.
Thinking about my mom, missing my kids, facing my 50th birthday, (and knowing for sure that half of my life is over); this dark, nasty weather isn’t helping.
I have every light on in the house holding back the darkness.
How about you? What are you reminiscing about this Thanksgiving?