Friends Joined us at our house last week, and I so enjoyed talking with them while enjoying their company. It’s been years since we threw a gathering of any sort, and, selfishly, we had a wonderful time. I even forgot to take pictures. All these wonderful folks talking to all these other wonderful folks just astounded me. I’ve been so unsocialized the last few years that there was this constant feeling of surprise around the whole few hours.
Even the cookies, crackers, and cheese were a hit. Yes, I am grinning.
Christmas eve, don’t laugh, but we went to bed and watched “Die Hard.”
Christmas day I came down with a cold. Some one of the lovely friends I hugged the previous week had a cold. It didn’t matter. I huddled in a far corner of Lessa’s tiny, Christmas filled cottage….much like mine was in the old days, and refused all hugs.
Two organizations had adopted Lessa and Zoe, and the boxes and goodies happily covered every corner. Even one lady adopted Lessa giving her a lovely warm red, long fringed scarf, and a delightful green purse. Boxes of gifts were for Zoe, and I was pleased to see we didn’t duplicate anything from anyone else.
Our gift of a Wii game for Zoe was a huge hit….and they were off and playing while Lessa and I had a chance to talk in the living room. We talked about her pop and her wish to see him again. Gifts of time like this are rare now.
Home to bed, to read Alex Witchel’s “All Gone: A Memoir of my Mother’s Dementia – with refreshments.” Lovely, and touching, with her mother’s recipes as an added dimension. This stirred me to dig out “No More Words” Reeve Lindbergh’s journal of her mother’s last years. Perhaps now, these many years later, I could view my mother’s own last fading years without the angst and anger.
There really is nothing but love.