I've really, really been busy this week. More than I expected. A friend from out of town, a dinner with a girl friend, movie and dinner with my granddaughter, shopping with several of my kids, a tea in the city with my younger daughter and daughter-in-law, phone calls galore, wrapping presents, grocery shopping, and who knows what else. I was so tired by Friday I didn't make it to my granddaughter's piano recital. I felt bad. But my knees were sore, and I've had vague stomach or intestinal pains. I'll have to check it out in the new year.
This weekend I'm trying to be quiet. We are babysitting our son's dog, and it's raining, so we'll be quiet, I hope. I have mysteries to read, and I love listening to Christmas music. I'm looking forward to Christmas Eve and day. I like the food, the family and our good friends. I said goodbye to my older daughter and granddaughter on the phone Thursday. My daughter is going to Hawaii for a week and the granddaughter going with her dad to New York to visit her grandmother and uncles and aunt there. I know they'll both be having a terrific time. I'm looking forward to a retreat in January with my good friend, and then my daughter and granddaughter visiting at the end of that month.
Blessings abound. And we think of the families in Newton, their lives forever altered, and the violence our country seems so good at, and hope actions are taken to change this culture of fear and paranoia that engulfs too many people. Decent people need to step up and insist on safety for innocents. Maybe we can protect all children better if their situations at home are safer and without weapons or abuse. Mentally ill children need resources and special care. Not everybody can be mainstreamed. Provide what is needed and morally right. Don't cut services to children. Don't stigmatize families with mentally ill members. Offer them support. That's what a great nation does. Because it's the right thing. These issues should not be politicized in any way.
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