The right side of the dirt

     It is 11:37 PM and I just woke up.  Yes, woke up.  At six-o-clock this evening, I found myself with that old familiar feeling of headache and queesiness that comes on at the most inopportune times.  By 8:00, I took to my bed and lay trembling with chills.

     I cannot tell you what happened.  I truly don't know.  I'm not completely up to snuff, now, but at least I can sit upright without fearing the floor will come up and meet me in the face, thank goodness.  This has been something of an interesting season; blizzard, snow in the house, blankets at windows, headaches and struggles of the medical variety.  Still, what would life be without challenges?  When I stop and think about it, I'm glad for what I have; I'm on the right side of the dirt, as my little brother is fond of saying.  I'm not quite ready for the alternative, yet.  Or, rather, I'm still too interested in what might happen next to give-in to the alternative.  For the most part, I love life and hope to continue exploring its possibilities for a long time.

     I truly hope you and yours are doing well and finding yourselves in good health.  I'm so glad that we've had the opportunity to meet and get to know each other.  Thank you for being a part of my life.  Until we meet again, here or somewhere else, keep a hug on. 

Yaya

On the Ninth Day of Christmas

     Today I'm zipping through.  I've just finished preparing many, many gifts.  As I have not been able to stop long enough to take pictures, I will give you a hint as to what those gifts are.  Tomorrow, I will post pictures and share more information with you about how you, too, can have as much fun as my good husband and I have been having.  With gifts!  Tsk, tsk.

     Okay, here's your hint:  this lumpy, bumpy, dirty...

     Have you guessed what we've been doing?  Well, hurry on back over here tomorrow and find out, then.  I so look forward to seeing you.  Until then, keep a hug on.