Life happens. Ready or not hear it comes. This past year has been a doozy in the realm(s) of family dynamics, emotional stressors, and physical and mental weaknesses. I’m not better than a year ago, or still the same. I’ve declined a bit. And then, a few days before a great family weekend, I get sick. Laryngitis presented as the first symptom, followed by days of chills and fever, disorientation and the blahs.
I hate the blahs. There they are, in my face. For ‘blahs’ they certainly are mobile. No matter which way I turn my head, there they are, blocking my view of the good stuff, the fun stuff, the merry-go-round full of people laughing and having a great time together. Humbug. I hate merry-go-rounds.
The great family weekend was a great family weekend. Twenty-two adults and children in a great house in a great area. I loved the noise of them playing and cooking together. I loved the quick wits. I loved when I got to go into a cool bedroom and sleep while twenty-one people went into town. I loved when they came back and watched a movie while I went back into that bedroom with two sleeping young ones. When I was back at home I hit the bed and slept most of the next thirty-six hours.
Getting rested up has brought more of the events and activities back into my poor stuffy head, and will probably be a complete picture after Christmas, which I may have slept through… HUMBUG!
Enjoy the holidays. Take pictures. Good-night.
melodynamic 