Wednesday, January 1, 2025

are we dancing yet?

You betcha! 

Elvis and his six brothers are ready to keep me on the beat, too!
 
There's Wednesday, ThuRsday, and Friday, too, right arm swingin' to catch my attention,
with SAturday, SUnday, Monday, and Tuesday in step right behind them!
 
They aren't quite where they should be, though, so let me take a moment to place them all in a row on that cabinet door.
 
 
So, what's the weather like on this first day of a brand new year?
 
Quite brisk in the daytime it is, and absolutely miserable at night, that's what the weather is.
 
I have groceries, though, so I'm set for staying indoors and keeping busy with activities here.
 
For example, consider this wall.
 
This is what I refer to as the second wall in the dining room, and, as can be seen, it's adorned with programs from cultural blessings yet again.
 
In fact, this is the third time it's held mementos of plays and concerts and musicals from 2024.
 
Busy, vibrant, woman, indeed!
Time to clear the walls of all of those and make way for the events in 2025!
 
First, however, the time had come to replace the Renoir with something else.
 
My choice was Mama's Dollhouse.
 
I had done all of this embroidery for her while I was stationed in Okinawa, and I'm certain I sent it to her for her 44th birthday in 1981.
 
I knew I would not be home for that, so I had spent many and hour making the myriad of stitches that were needed for this two-story house with attic.
 
So very much love is in this piece!
And so very much love was written in the two-page letter to my future self, too.
 
At 3 PM this afternoon, I attended the Anticipation and Bowl Burning Ceremony, as I did last year.
 
Being greeted by the Tulip stationery was delightful; being acknowledged by Cheri as the source of that paper made me feel cherished!
 
My letter held congratulatory words to my future self, about specific changes and specific actions.
 
At the end of this year, when that letter arrives and I next see those flowers, I look forward to realizing that those things foretold had occurred.
That's what I found to be true when I read last year's letter as my gift to open on Christmas Eve.
 
Now, I'm going to rent "Violent Night" for a dollar, since I've been rewarded from Comcast.
 
Time to get my David Harbour fix...
and get ready for sweet dreams!

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