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FishCrow of Ember
Dec. 3rd, 2017 08:47 pmA blogger I follow recently remarked that no one wants to read frequent posts about contentment. I beg to differ! I would love to read frequent posts in which my friends and acquaintances wrote gracefully and wittily about their happy lives. And I would love even more to write lots of contented posts myself! I’ve never understood people who say they wouldn’t want an eternity of happiness, because they’d get bored. I don’t get bored with happiness. I get extremely bored with misery and aggravation. I hope next year will have a far greater portion of happiness for all in the news. It may not be realistic to hope that, but I feel I might as well wish for the best.
The Sparrowhawk’s cold is still pretty bad, but I think he’s starting to turn the corner toward recovery. He stayed home from church this morning and took an extra nap. It’s too bad he missed the music, because it was fun. In addition to the usual crew, we had a viola and a brass player home on holiday break, playing the trombone and tuba. Yesterday, in spite of his cold, we went back to the farmers market for the first time in a long while. I really enjoyed being there, seeing all the wares for sale, and enjoying the happy bustle of people. We got a nice wreath for the door, some meat from the humane farm, and lots of vegetables, mostly from the cabbage family.
I reached a consensus with my siblings that Mother should not travel this Christmas, so the Duchess will be hosting Christmas Eve dinner, and we’ve reserved rooms near Mother’s residence for ourselves and the kids who are coming. Hotel Christmas is not my favorite, but we used to do it all the time, and we know how. I promised Mr. Science I’d bring the Jack Daniels. . . .
The Sparrowhawk’s cold is still pretty bad, but I think he’s starting to turn the corner toward recovery. He stayed home from church this morning and took an extra nap. It’s too bad he missed the music, because it was fun. In addition to the usual crew, we had a viola and a brass player home on holiday break, playing the trombone and tuba. Yesterday, in spite of his cold, we went back to the farmers market for the first time in a long while. I really enjoyed being there, seeing all the wares for sale, and enjoying the happy bustle of people. We got a nice wreath for the door, some meat from the humane farm, and lots of vegetables, mostly from the cabbage family.
I reached a consensus with my siblings that Mother should not travel this Christmas, so the Duchess will be hosting Christmas Eve dinner, and we’ve reserved rooms near Mother’s residence for ourselves and the kids who are coming. Hotel Christmas is not my favorite, but we used to do it all the time, and we know how. I promised Mr. Science I’d bring the Jack Daniels. . . .
