Jesse and Mom just headed northwest to the mountains. They are headed to RR to spend Christmas with my brother and his family. I wish I was happier about this trip, but I’m not. I’m not sure I can put my finger on the problem – maybe I need more than one finger. Anyway, I do hope they have a great time. Christmas in RR as a youngster was always fun, and I am sure Jes will have fun – she is the life of the party. Toby and I will practice our empty nest syndrome. Spending time with my man is not a bad thang. Spending Christmas without Jesse is not so good.
I have lots to keep me busy – lots of projects – lots of family stuff. I finished reading Lone Survivor and have moved on to some much lighter reading. Lone Survivor was very interesting, but difficult to read – knowing the outcome of the story. Yep, I cried. What mother would not? My heart goes out to the mothers and family and loved ones of the lost Seals, but mostly my heart goes out to Marcus Luttrell. My prayer is that he finds rest for his soul and peace that surpasses understanding.
I have been learning to knit, but my fingers are not fluid yet. I don’t know how to correct mistakes, so my practice piece looks pretty funny. When I get frustrated, I switch over to crocheting. I’m crocheting a pink baby blanket for one of Jesse’s friends who will have her first baby this spring. Crocheting is fast and easy for me – it gives me lots of time to think. I’ve been thinking about New Year’s resolutions. Maybe my thinking is more like prayers. Resolutions are promises made to yourself. Wishes are kept to yourself, but prayers are to be shared. I would like a son-in-law. A grandson would be good too.
I got a call from GBN1 last night. It seems that she had her mother’s phone while her mother at Wal-Mart. It was another unauthorized phone call. She said, "Booboo, I know what I want for Christmas."
"Yeah, what is it you want?"
"Is this cat going to live at my house or yours?"
"That’s what I thought."