Before I forget, I want everyone who reads this to go to their underwear drawer, and put on some red undies, quick! Before the bell tolls twelve. Why? Because my dear Italian friend insists this is good luck. I've done it ever since we met, and so far I've gotten pretty good results.
Well, it's really time now to wonder what the new year will bring, or rather what YOU will bring to IT. It's an exciting time for me, as a naturally hopeful person. And as a person who likes projects and making lists. But it also falls at a time of difficulty for my little family. We must make good on some of our resolutions and it will be stressful. But as we discussed the other day on a family drive, this is also the best our life has ever been. We're living where we want to be. Our home is full of joy, love and humor. We have amazing families, and happen to look after the world's most adorable child.
So, as with everyone, we're walking the line between the light and the darkness in our lives. One thought for the new year is--less worrying. It is what it is, and as my dad used to say when I was frustrated by something I couldn't get straight, "We're not curing cancer here."
Moving on to the light, I'm very pleased to say that I will be taking part in the Hip Mountain Mama One Small Change project. The basic idea is that on the first of each month, January through April, one announces a "something you will do to make a positive green impact," and then one chronicles the experience. I'm really looking forward to this challenge, and for the first month I have chosen something challenging indeed. I have been busy getting us in good stead before the challenge begins. Here's a hint:
I will make my official announcement tomorrow, and I'm sure I'll be following up on it regularly. It's going to require some ingenuity and planning.
One unforseen benefit of joining this challenge is that my little blog has received it's first (that I know) non-friends-and-family visit. I mean, besides people looking for Liv Ullmann pictures, microwavable spa wraps, or boho style taschen. I know that those of you who read it enjoy it, or you wouldn't be reading it, or leaving such kind and encouraging comments as I do receive. But collectively, it's like my mother telling me I'm beautiful. It means something; it means a lot. But you're biased, and we already know each other, so naturally I have something to say that might apply to your sensibilities and experiences. It's a unique treat to have touched an unknown person's life, even in so small a way as sharing my thoughts on the winter season. An extra treat that this person is one whose work I admire. So, thanks for visiting Heather!
And in case you were wondering...
...it did come down. And the Christmas books are in the box too. It may be one of the most beautiful board books I've ever seen, but if I have to read "Who is coming to our house?" one more time, I might scream.
The living room is vacuumed, the pate for this evening is chilling, and the black dress I never wore but miraculously fit in again is waiting upstairs in the closet.
The turkey is roasting according to Lidia, the babe and the hubby are watching Horse Feathers, and the new year is on its way! Stay tuned for a brief announcement about the challenge tomorrow, and say a prayer for the Ducks. Even if you are Beaver--Oregon is Oregon.
Happy New Year to you all! May it be a blessed one!