I guess that is what you would call a little blogging break. I’m not really sure what happened but it just seemed that I’d used up all my words for a while. JD would tell you that that is just not possible, but there you go. Apparently, even someone with A LOT to say has to shut up every now and again.
Lots went on in the month of November. I’ll just hit the highlights for those of you with the stamina to endure such minutiae.
First of all a big thank you for all of you who supported the Free to Breathe event this year. My team raised over $4500 dollars and won the prize for highest fund raising team for the THIRD year in a row. Thank you, thank you, thank you. A million times still would not cover it.
My baby turned 11. She is a force of nature, that one. I just keep telling her, “Use your power for good.” Luckily she is only partially aware of the effect she has on people. When we were home for Thanksgiving she curled up on my brother’s lap at one point and snuggled up all close and I’m pretty sure he would have bought her a car at that moment if she had asked. Lordy mercy.
We had a great Thanksgiving with my family in Tennessee. Thanksgiving was not delayed by the butchering of deer this year and the pot full of boiling oil did not burst into flames so we are calling it a success. We had a great time together. We visited Rock City and saw all the gnomes and Christmas lights which was a lovely way to start the holiday season.
But perhaps the most fun we had was going out to scope out the 5000 acres of land that a Mennonite group has bought close to my parent’s place. We saw a few of them and you would have thought we were sighting Sasquatch or something. We did get a bit confused because we saw some in a car but also saw some in a wagon and we thought perhaps they were Amish instead but that didn’t really make sense. JD started calling them Amonites, but that sounded like something out of the Book of Mormon and that didn’t seem right, either. Clearly, we are easily amused and God bless those people for not calling the cops on the car full of people that kept driving around their roads waving at them and grinning like idiots.
Last Monday I had an MRI of my brain. I’d needed to have it done for a while just to make sure things were okay. I wasn’t having any symptoms that made us think things were going badly, but my anxiety was sort of climbing so I finally had it done. Thank goodness it was fine.
And so here we are. Today was the first Sunday of Advent and we were reminded that Advent starts out in darkness. It is a season of waiting. I am going to try to take that to heart this year. I don’t want to rush the season and I want to focus on what is important. Easy to say and very hard for me to do.
550 words later it is clear that I have found a few of my words again.
Whew. I’m sure that’s a relief for everybody