A New Year

Ah yes, the old year passes and with it all the things, good and bad that happened during it. 2018 was definitely not one to write home about. In fact it wasn't one to write a blog about, apparently....
With the Captain getting weaker, and using the walker all the time, the death of my son-in-law, and also my friend Kathy, it just seemed that I couldn't pick myself up, and that's the awful truth.
So, I'm not jumping up and down and celebrating the new year, but rather, continuing to take one day at a time, and hoping for the best.

One thing I have to do (doctor's orders), is to make time for me at least twice a week, and that doesn't include choir practice or church. I can't believe how difficult it is to do that, but I am trying.......but I will probably have to try harder.

Thinking about Kathy....I still find it hard to believe that she is gone. Until she had problems with her heart she sang in the choir. In fact she was in the choir since she was a teen. Her soprano voice was so beautiful, and even now I can hear her when we sing some songs, or if I play one hymn in particular where she sang the descant. Kathy had a unique sense of humour and an infectious laugh, and choir practice was a hoot sometimes, with Kathy leading the laughter. She was a sweetheart and a beautiful person, but she was stubborn too. She knew her own mind and there was no changing it. Though she had problems the last few years, and had to stop singing, her death was still a major shock. She was 59 I think. Sad, sad, too sad.

Christmas and New Years were very low key here. The Captain is not into celebrating in any way, shape or form. He has never been, so it is hard to get up any enthusiasm for decorating, or gathering with family. Now that the granddaughters are grown, there is little incentive. I did manage to put up and decorate a table top tree, and Aslan quite enjoyed it.

Of course Aslan 'helped' take the tree down.

My Christmas card this year

Granddaughter Lindsay, singing carols and playing her uke

at the local mall. Her travel group was raising funds for their

trip to Europe in the spring. 

One of Aslan's crazy sleeping positions

So I will end this here

as we enter the new year.

Life goes on,

even if,

it's direction is unclear.

Perhaps that's a good thing.

Now if I can just get these legs

to move forward.

These fingers to move over the keys

to write more posts.

To take me time.

To be thankful for what I have.