On this date long ago in Ketchikan, Territory of Alaska a child was born. A little beacon of light on the darkest day of the year. She continues to amaze me that she has survived her journey into the dark world of stroke survivor which began in 2009. The doctors told me repeatedly her odds of making it were slim. Yet here she is, still brightening our family’s world with a smile, not a voice. Despite that madness the madness that seems to have us in its grip, there is still goodness in this world. Celebrate it, people.
A cold, dark, dreary day was brightened by our youngest grandchild. We discovered deer and elk tracks, threw sticks and stones in the pond, and splashed in puddles. Both learning new things. Priceless.
Our hair is much shorter now than then, and we both weigh slightly less than we did then. Sure, we’re both dealing with health issues we couldn’t have imagined then. But we’re still together, enjoying a meal out at a favorite haunt. Still making plans and trying to figure out this crazy life. Here’s hoping the end is a long way off.
Our 15-year-old grandson got his first lesson on the chainsaw today. With our son coaching him and recording for posterity, I kept thinking of my dad and woodcutting during my youth and the years my son accompanied us on our own firewood adventures. Heating with wood takes a lot of work and commitment. The reward is a cozy home on the coldest days…and moments like this.
First since the pandemic broke out and our family got very sick. Joyce Carol and I have been spared flu-like symptoms. Jesse and family have not. But today we grilled meat, ate things we shouldn’t, and socially distanced. A good day.