Holiday and Happiness

If She Was Home

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If Cheryl was home with me she would be on my case to get the tree up and drag in the decorations. I do not have the enthusiasm for that activity that she has (had?) every year. I wondered this morning if I really wanted to do that at all. I am gaining an understanding for why many who have lost people that they love deeply may not have as much enthusiasm for the holidays.

I will eventually put the tree up when I think I will be able to do that without tears coming to my eyes.

And that brings up a new/old theme I have not written much about. For the past year I have listened to a lot of instrumental jazz music. New age, Smooth jazz that has no ties or memories from my youth. It is soothing and calming. I suppose I have become a fan of elevator background music.

All the other music that Cheryl and I listened to, her tastes are much different than mine, I like rock, she likes big band standards. I like classical and opera and ballet. She does not. Nevertheless, much of that other music awakens memories and nostalgia. It is hard to see through the watery tears, so, I do not play it as much as I used to play it for myself.

So far, I have my Christmas tree on this blog. These are last years pictures of the tree but the Christmas cactus has opened its blooms for this year. I moved it away from the window that it was shining its beauty out of. And I have reread last December’s blog posts. (deep sigh here.) things have not improved.

This is a selfie from yesterday’s visit.

Carpe Diem

81 Miles to Home

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In my former life as a teacher of control topics I had the students set up an electronic timer to reach its goal at 10 seconds and 30 seconds to teach the point when you are waiting 10 seconds to is a long time and 30 seconds is “forever “.

From my view in the back seat the miles to go display is not fast enough. What is it about progress displays that make us wish them to go faster? The electronic timer had no display. It also taught patience.

61 miles now. Urgency is calling me. We are close to home and I can feel stability and familiarity drawing me in. It was a great beach trip.

Black hat
Us beaching
Early morning beach
Setup
Patience almost done

Carpe patience Diem.

Arrival Azure

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Cheryl and I have come to Florida rarely. My brother who was several years older than me chased his job to Florida in the 1970’s. We had been to visit with him and his family three times in all those years. The last time was not even a year before he passed from the Earth.

There are times when I think about Bill. Occasionally I hear his voice when I talk but occasionally I hear my father’s voice also. We came from the same germ so that’s bound to happen. Dad’s intonation and cadence is in our speech.

This place is in the panhandle almost Alabama part of Florida. Driving around today using up time before we could claim our condo for ourselves I noticed how busy this place is. It seems many are packing as many experiences as possible into the week that they have here.

The water seems to be a different color than the Atlantic coast around Myrtle Beach where we took the kids for many years. I could be wrong about that. It has been many years since we have been there. Memories fade over time.

The pine trees in southern Alabama look to be same species as those in South Carolina and Georgia.

Cheryl seems very tired. It is understandable. It has been a long ride for her and me. The view is very different from our veranda. It is certainly not Ohio.

The surf is very loud.

Cheryl seems concerned that she is not attending to some things that need attention. She is unclear about what those things are. I have assured her many times over that I have made sure that nothing will be missed because of this trip.

If she sleeps well tonight it will be great on the morrow.

Carpe Diem.

Christmas Trees tell a Story

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As do most things in our lives, Christmas trees and other holiday decorations tell a story of good times past. Some are sad times past but they are stories of our life.

I gave in yesterday as it slowly dawned on me that the tree decoration activity was becoming an overwhelming task for Cheryl. It was her idea and has been for a couple of weeks. “We have to get the Christmas tree up, Easter will be here next week” she told me one day. I had resisted but I thought – who cares? I got the boxed tree out of the garage and put it up. I got the tubs of decorations out and parked them on the dining room table for the next couple weeks. We maneuvered around them. Once in a while she would put up a ornament or two. Many of these are one the dining room ceiling fixture because it was near to the tub on the table.

I have to admit it makes me smile.

Yesterday I had little to do while I was waiting for the laundry to get finished, so, I put up the rest of the tree decorations on the tree. I put the empty tub back in the garage with a small sigh. And the last glass ornament on the ceiling fixture over the table. Our house says Christmas now.

Carpe Diem.