Sunday

This is as normal a Sunday as we're going to get this year. Sure, there are the markers of Christmas. And my trance from having met my youngest granddaughter, Juniper. (I'm sure you can't see the Juniper berries in the middle of the green jar, but I can!)

But it is otherwise a quiet day, one where I am catching up with stuff, having been away, and getting ready for the next week's thrills, which are sure to be many.

It's cold outside (below freezing all day), but Ed is anxious to move a little, so we do go for a walk in our county park, but it's a gentle one. Nothing ambitious, not even a camera around my neck for this one. 

And then I am home, cooking up dinner and making lists of things I meant to do but for which I couldn't find the time! It makes you feel good to at least jiggle your senses and point them in a certain direction for future reference.

In the evening, the young family is here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For us, this is the definition of normal: they're here, we eat, drink, talk. Kids play. Or hang on a lap, listening in to grownup patter. So normal. So very nice!

"Catch that noodle, Sandpiper!!"