Christmas vacation has been truly restful for which we are grateful. The days leading up to our vacation were anything but restful with a grandson in the hospital for a week and everyone of us needing to be at two places at once. By the time Friday before Christmas rolled around; I was having trouble figuring out what day of the week we were on.
So here we are Tuesday evening after Christmas having had hours of hearth time playing games, eating too much food, working on a John Deere tractor repair just as his fun project in Elv’s case, and reading Richer By India in my case.
I have also been thinking about my blogging and where to go from here. For Christmas Elv got a year of blogs printed in a book for me. A year makes 139 pages of my own writing and photographs on glossy paper in a hard cover book. I have nine such potential books! Full of unedited writing: our life, my discoveries, home making, work, family story, pictures and scrapbooking. What a big mess. I need to stop creating this impossible mountain, or “let it” as they say in Nebraska. To do something more disciplined and intelligent with all these words. Oh, what shall I do?