That’s the sun shining in, celebrating the new year. I was going to list all the nastiness of last year, ending with a big bang on New Year’s Eve with one of my best friend’s marriage collapsing. But I’ve been hungrily reading everything on how to get beyond all the panic and grief and uncertainty and grab some positivity, so that’s what I’m doing. Tim is okay for today. Has been okay for a number of days. There’s no certainty how long it will last, but for now it’s good.
Daniel is heading back to work and is going to start taking over some of his college loans (over $100,000 of them and we co-signed them). I’m having fun restoring and making things for my American Girl dolls. My grandchildren are fabulous, my granddaughter particularly loved one present I got her, they went to Medieval Times (a present from me) and had a blast. Richie seems to be doing a little better.
And we have kitties! We’ve been without cats for a couple of years, since three of ours died. (Two that were ancient and my most beloved was hit by a car). Since cats tend to find us every fall and we were traveling a lot I thought I’d just wait until one showed up, but in two autumns they hadn’t. Then I thought I wanted kittens – we hadn’t had any in decades – so I checked with the local farms, etc. but none (which is a good thing – fewer unwanted animals around). So we went to a nearby (25 miles away) animal shelter that had kittens and applied for adoption.
Did we get kittens? Naaah. Everyone wants kittens – they’re easy to place. We ended with with Thunderpaws (originally Meat and then Zeke) and his half sister Olivia, age 8 and 6. And they’re fabulous. Originally they’d been separated because Thunderpaws hated the shelter and took it out on Olivia. I was going to take Olivia and a two year old fluffy black one but the Shelter really wanted us to try Olivia with her horse-kitty older brother, so we did, and it’s been so wonderful. Turns out Olivia is a feisty creature – maybe she’s just getting her own back, but she tries to bully Thunderpaws. He’s too big and ooofy to let her get away with it, though. They love to curl up beside us or on our laps – we now decide who gets up to get the coffee etc. by who has a cat cuddling. Thunderpaws sleeps at our head or between us, Olivia sleeps at our feet if Thunderpaws has gotten there first or on my stomach if she’s first.
Daniel fell in love with Thunderpaws and wept when he had to leave him. So we’ve got something very good in our lives.
Jenny wanted me to take a picture holding them but they’re still not sure if they want to be picked up. Like most cats, they decide on the cuddling (which is most of the time). This was my present to Richie (thought not a surprise and of course a present for me) and it may have a lot to do with his feeling better.
Rats. I took pictures with my phone and I sent them via mail to this computer but they’re not showing up. I’ll put this up and add pictures later.
So I’m … hopeful. Yes, I guess I am. Things are scary, for me, for my loved ones and friends (who are loved ones as well), for the country and the world, but living in fear is a waste of the soul. so I’m grabbing for the joy wherever I can find it.
In Denmark you go break dishes on your friends’ front steps as a sign of affection on New Year’s Day. Since none of my friends live near me I can’t do that, but I kind of like the idea. Smash the old year and open your heart to the new. So I’m opening my heart.
And I guess that’s my New Year’s Resolution. Don’t get so bound up in fear and anger.
So … how did you celebrate New Year’s? Anyone break any dishes? Do you have any resolutions or plans for facing a challenging year? Wassup?