grey pillows and bolster on sofa

When I told my Adorable Cousin she agreed, “I could see you and me at a young age dancing in that window,” she said. Family—so important.

I will use my power to make today a fantastic day. I will block writing time on my calendar, and I will honor that time commitment and hold it as sacred, creative time.

I’m sitting in my office looking out on a new blanket of pure white snow. There probably are things that are just as inspiring but I’m not looking at those things. I can watch or at least listen to Old Fuzzy scooping the snow.

Fuzzy and the boys were deer hunting this time last week, but today we had a quiet late start to our day. I watched some Epoch Times News and some Newsmax offerings as well as checking out friends on Facebook and now I need to make some observations and catch up on some writing.

Another reader reported in about having read my book, If I Should Die, saying ‘I loved, loved, loved it’. She was telling my Adorable Cousin she was two-thirds of the way done. Adorable said to me, ‘that ending is gonna kill her…’. LOL, which it did in her final report, but she’s looking forward to the next book.

I’m on page one-eighty-four out of the current two hundred forty-three on the rewrite of ‘As a Lovely Song’. Honestly, there will be at least three hundred pages by the time I’m finished but I’m closing in on finishing this book. The characters have to speak a bit louder.

Old Fuzzy put up some outside Christmas lights and they are very festive and pretty. My hair shampooer called last week and confessed she had been exposed to Covid. I stayed home last Sunday just in case, but haven’t had any symptoms.

Many in my world figure we’ve already had it. For some of us, it has been confirmed and the other of us just use the process of elimination. Since we’ve been around people who have had Covid and we don’t get it we probably have either had it or won’t get it.

I have enough problems but I do keep slowly gaining ground. I can report I’m not looking for the fountain of youth. The take-away here is it has been a long week of deer hunting, which was mildly profitable and enjoyable if for nothing else except the camaraderie of the days.

And how important family is. Somewhere I read in the coming days to survive we need a ‘tribe’. I believe we’ve always needed a ‘tribe’ even if a tribe of only a few. In my sphere, we can say certain words and everyone knows and often everyone laughs at the one word. Often only my family understands what is being said.

We recently had a front window renovated. I had envisioned a ‘window seat’, which meant something a person could wrap up in a blanket and lay in the window seat, read a book, and drink a cuppa while relaxing therein.

What we ended up with has a top support and ‘you can put 200 pounds of pots in the window’, but I don’t think one should put anyone’s bottoms in the window. I told Old Fuzzy I think we’ll need to reinforce it from the ground up. We have grandchildren—some of which I could see trying to at least sit in the window if not sing and dance.

When I told my Adorable Cousin she agreed, “I could see you and me at a young age dancing in that window,” she said. Family—so important.

Luke 1:

36  And, behold, thy cousin Elisabeth, she hath also conceived a son in her old age: and this is the sixth month with her, who was called barren.

37  For with God nothing shall be impossible.

38  And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word. And the angel departed from her.

39  And Mary arose in those days, and went into the hill country with haste, into a city of Juda;

40  And entered into the house of Zacharias, and saluted Elisabeth.

41  And it came to pass, that, when Elisabeth heard the salutation of Mary, the babe leaped in her womb; and Elisabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost:

42  And she spake out with a loud voice, and said, Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.

43  And whence is this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?

44  For, lo, as soon as the voice of thy salutation sounded in mine ears, the babe leaped in my womb for joy.