|As I Was Saying
By Opal Toney
I didnt cook a thing...
Im sittin here wonderin what might happen next.
Daughter #5 decided to have an early family Christmas get-together at her home.
So, everybody went and the house was full, and there was also a lot of delicious food.
There was so much that we went back the next day to eat leftovers and I still didnt
cook a thing, but I ate a lot!
And, maybe thats why the next day I have been punished for doing nothing
but showin up.
Yes, my shoulder started hurtin more, and I put a new kind of ice pack
Its something I never used before. Its a rather small square thing
that I was told to put in the frig and get it frozen and then place it where
the pain is.
Well, I did what I was told to so, and guess what? When I set back down in my chair the
cold thing slid off my shoulder and went down into my clothes!
Thank goodness I was here alone cause I screamed pretty loud.
Im thankful Santa Claus has come no matter how naughty I might act.
I finally got dry clothes on and hurried to bed, and covered up under my new electric
blanket, which is one of my gifts so maybe I have been a good little girl instead
of a naughty one.
As I was saying, Im wondering what will happen next. One thing Im doing is
wishing yall a Happy New Year.
View From Here
By Katherine Veno
A brand new year...
Here we are in the first months of winter, with chill winds and frost on the ground,
stepping cautiously into a new year, and tying up loose ends from the past year.
The seasons slip silently one into another much more quickly than they did before for me.
Time moves so quickly now, but some days or nights can be longer or shorter than others.
Before we know it, spring cleaning will be here and spring bulbs will push their colorful
flowers through the frozen ground, but for now we are left silently looking at ourselves
and facing whatever is in our future with all our resolutions made.
New Years Eve was always a night of parties and too much of a good thing. Now I am content
to sit by the fire and hold my cat or just enjoy friends. Getting older means not putting
unnecessary pressure on yourself or taking as many chances as you did as a young person.
I have lived my entire life as a risk-taker, but not as much anymore. I still love
excitement and anticipation, but find such happiness in simpler activities than those that
used to capture my fancy. I bought 50 pounds of sunflower seeds to draw company to my
window as I write. Now while I compose my new year message I am visited by chickadees, and
tufted titmice as well as painted buntings, wrens, and fiery red cardinals. My window
above my computer is a virtual moving photograph of colors and sounds. It is a pleasure I
savor seven days a week, both morning and evenings, while the feeding frenzy continues.
There is a male cardinal who tries to intimidate his reflection in my window pane every
morning and evening. He is alert to my every movement, but does not shy away. Instead he
jumps angrily at the window glass and I am always afraid he will hurt himself, but he
endures in his imaginary confrontation with the enemy.
Walking in the woods yesterday, the sun shone through the golds and reds of the leaves as
the weather began to change for the colder. I could feel the breeze begin to nip at my
face as I made my way up the hill. Winter was making a not-so-silent arrival.
Thinking about a new year gives everyone of us a clean new chalkboard on which to write
our lives. There is room for goals, and space for dreams. We have the opportunity to take
charge of our life and make changes, set boundaries, explore our spiritual side.
Now in my sixth decade of life, I have learned that life holds no expectation for us that
we cannot imagine, and shadows no dream so heavily that we cannot see it if we take time
to look. I know that in order to really evaluate where we are going, we must first see
clearly where we have already been, and step accordingly.
Happy New Year! And my best wishes for every wish your heart makes.
|Escapades of Emily
By Emily Gail Lundy
For years, January 1 held abode for seriously taken New Years Resolutions, a time to
start something good or drop something negative. Usually I had a limited three in my adult
life concerning finances, weight loss and breaking my biting of nails.
When a few months went by and I still lived the same, I saw resolutions as a list of
actions that caused depression that lead to failure. I should have opted for resolving
what I might actually change.
I have broken the nail problem. With new dental implants on my left upper chops, it is
impossible to bite into something slivery thin and have any kind of action. That
stress-release habit went to another part of the body to reveal itself one day. The
financial department changed from me to others or having a little money left
over, and my new attempt at weight loss is drinking a large glass of water before each
meal. This should soon show positive results.
I have known a few people who have made resolutions and actually succeeded, but I wish I
knew who started this practice of a bumpier road in life. I hope I survive all this
company for the holidays without a meltdown. (Hey, that could be my resolve.)
January 1, the start of a new year, is a wonderful cleansing time for new habits and
goals. I like the even years best. But its hard to look ahead without a glance at
the past. There should be a clever name for new actions we should have done but
One shadow of the past with my family is we should have played more games. Dominoes were a
hit if someone didnt accuse the other of cheating. Chicken Foot made a hit with the
grandchildren for a while. Board games were seldom enjoyed, because we were a family known
for losing sock mates, keys and parts of games.
In my husbands family, 42 was the big contest. One domino, double six,
had a corner chip, and everyone watched for it. Once, Mama had this big play, managing to
keep her thumb over the chip until the very last, then play it and win to the screams of
agony of the children playing with her. Its a lasting memory.
Thus the main game in our living room, crude as it sounds, was to take Dad to the floor
and see if he could overpower two or three of the children. Uncle was the give
up word. Then my help was usually needed for the grand finale, which was to torture Dad
with the only feeling he could not tolerate. Stick some type of stuffed animal at his
pants cuff up to his knee. He would cry Uncle forever. In his childhood at
some time, a mouse or other small animal must have gone up his overalls, which would not
descend no matter how much he jumped and danced.
Then one more fun time for us as a family, and I am speaking of some teens here, was to go
to First Monday, a rodeo, a game, or anywhere we had to walk a distance to the car.
On this sojourn someone would begin to imitate how another one of us walked. Then another
took up the game, having to jump out in front of our group to be seen fully.
When the youngest began his mimic of Dad, we all doubled over with laughter, with Dad
threatening to get even at any moment. I really hope no one saw our acts of mimickry.
These imitations even took place in our own family room, always a success.
Old Maid and Uno might have been two card games we shared, but they are a weak tradition
next to Monopoly, Scrabble, Battleship (someone did have that one a month), or Trivial
Theres hope in the years to come. I see grown children buying games, actually
playing, as I sit quietly by with my crossword puzzle.