Here it comes, baby, a brand-new year. But is it really? Let’s face it – you can say a lot about 2020, but, if nothing else, you have to admit it was pretty darn unique. Of course, as I learned in art class as a fourth grader, “unique” isn’t always a compliment. In 2020, we had some crazy weather, a crazy election and this still crazy, continuing pandemic. There were heartbreaks, riots, and a presidential impeachment. And that’s just a skimpy summary of what’s been going on.
The first Christmas was pretty quiet. This year, consider it a tradition to uphold. Seriously. It all started in a stable. Just a couple of people and then a baby. A few animals, and later in the night, a visit from some shepherds whom I’d guess were pretty subdued. After all, they were minding their own business out in the pasture when a heavenly host showed up and sent them to the stable. That would certainly quiet me down. There wasn’t a crowd - the wise men didn’t show up
“As I was going to St. Ives…” That’s my go-to puzzle when I’m trying to mystify children. Perhaps it because it’s the only puzzle I know. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older, maybe it’s because I’ve spent the last nine months trapped on my farm without having any conversations with people outside of my immediate family, but for whatever reason, my mind has been roaming back in time more than it usually does. That’s odd, because I have a lot of stuff I want to accomplish yet
Last week I renewed my driver’s license, saved $11.00 and broke my heart. Only took ten minutes. I received a little card in the mail telling me it was time to renew my license. Since it’s something I do once every four years, I have absolutely no memory of the process. The little card told me I should pre-apply online and I did so. The online form showed that the renewal would cost $34.00. I don’t have a checkbook anymore – when I write a check, I print it from my computer,
I’ve been working the remote pretty hard. It’s December in Minnesota, which means it starts getting dark about noon, it’s a little too nippy to do too much work outdoors, and the election is over so I’m no longer terrified to see what catastrophe befell us overnight. My problem now is there’s not much on TV I want to watch, which means that the channel, by default, tends to end up on HGTV. I have a love/hate relationship with HGTV. On one hand, a lot of talented people show t