Resolved; to keep account of all that I do or say; of what happens to me and mine, be it good or bad.
Resolved; that our children shall have the opportunity to profit by my shortcomings, failures and successes.
Groomed up the "kids" preparatory to spending tomorrow with Aunt Wetzig.
Made Freddie a petticoat, also one for Julia.
Hubby went to sale: bot a bed lounge, golden oak, harp carved in high back figured red body Brussels (a beauty)
Also a chicken pen, 66 ft. square, 6 ft. high with spring door and a lath feeding pen for small chicks.
January 1 2010
ReplyDeleteThe weather was lovely but we were so cozy that we didn't really leave the house.
Last night we had a lovely party with 12 friends, a few old and a few new. We wore gold and silver tiaras and blew loud horns at midnight. We went through 2 batched of berniw and pearl's special holiday punch.
Cleaned up the house and then Tonya and Lance stopped by for breakfast followed by Teresa and Scott. The kids started rolling in and we all played Family Feud and Charades. Tonya had never played charades before. We spent the first day of the years with family and friends laughing and enjoying company. Perfect!
I resolve to lead a more balanced life. Be the best wife, mother and person I can be.
I resolve to help with the problem of young women on the streets in my neighborhood.
I resolve to brush my teeth every night before bed.
We spent the evening indoors as well at home cozy and comfy after hearing Richard chair at an AA meeting - a safe place to be on New Years Eve. I have decided to work on suggestions that I make for myself rather than resolutions.
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ReplyDeleteInstead of needing everything on this day to have a special meaning, to be a premonition of things to come, I just went with the flow.
We awoke early, after dozily barely making it to midnight the night before, to news of snow in the hills. We had planned to head up to the studio to sift through storage and find all the things we had been intending to sell, and so this made our trip feel much more fun. Jack was elated, as cold and snow seem to be his most favorite things on earth, and we bundled up and set off the in the snow-capable Landy.
I had plans to meet my dear Carrie, her fiance, and their brand new baby, and accompany them to a Southern style good luck brunch at In the Kitchen, a friend's cooking school, while the boys got to work at the studio. It was my third year of this annual pleasantry, but we arrived to find a huge crowd of strangers, which was not entirely awesome to baby Major. I left my offering and we slipped out and walked back through the slushy snow to Carrie's house. We intended to head straight to lunch in town, but soon found ourselves in a rather deep heart to heart. Hours were lost, until our stomachs were crying out in pain of neglect. We snuggled up baby and trekked the snowy sidewalks to town and a very satisfying first meal of the year. Tea and lots of hugs and baby love followed, until my boys arrived with stories of brodys and snow fights in the field by the studio-- AND the news that they had finished all the dirty work, thus letting me off the hook!
Evening at home was quiet, with a fire and the three of us under blankets on the couch, revisiting the day.
I have no resolutions this year, no expectations. I will continue to take good care of myself and my family, and continue to act of love whenever presented with more negative options.
January 1, 2011
ReplyDeleteI suppose my day began in Locke, at midnight when we yelled “white rabbit” in hopes of a lucky new year. I was at Al the Wops with The Alkali Flats about half way through our forty-five song set, wincing after a sip of tart celebratory bubbly. We faked it through a sped up rendition of Auld Lang Syne, played until 2 and then followed a busload of our friends through the rain back to Sacramento. I think our heads finally touched our pillows around four this morning.
We woke up to Joy and Sadie whispering in the kitchen over the rattle of their Connect Four chips. Joy came to stay with the kids last night. She is a wonderful grandma, mom and mother-in-law, though she did give us quite a scare last year when she was diagnosed with cancer. Today, she is cancer free. I believe that it wasn’t so much the chemo, but her astonishingly positive attitude that got her there.
My mom is in town. She came down from Washington State on Thursday with Grant. They are on their way to Maine. (More on this later) She and Grant caught our show in Locke last night. Locke on its own is surreal and ghostly. Watching your daughter throw back shots of whiskey and sing about being “hog-tied” must have been something else. I think they had a good time.
We met up with my mom and Grant in the late afternoon.
We spent our New Years Day night with Eva and Mark who had invited all six of us over to share a huge pot of black-eyed pea soup. We brought cheeses from the Nugget and cream puffs for dessert. It was a nice New Years Day.
Denis Simair was the brother of my Great Grandfather Jean Baptiste Theodore Simair! Love reading the journal
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