interlude

I love seasons. I do. I'm one of the few that didn't even especially mind the polar vortex! But I do think that during winter, I simply forget (in other words block) how heavenly is to live more or less outdoors: to take the computer to a deck or porch, to walk on a whim, without coat, fuss or bother, to go in, go out, go in, go out all day long.

So of course, with my friend down south, by the sea, I am luxuriating in the effortlessness of slipping out early in the morning, to catch the overcast but warm air. A snapshopt from that: in the lagoon, a bird on a rope:







And then my friend and I eat breakfast...






And after, we both go out and this time we take a seaside path...






And we spend a considerable amount of time watching the birds, always a vaudeville show of hilarity and charm...





















...and then turn around and return, ankle deep in water.

I mean, it's heaven to a starved for warm air soul. Even as I do love Wisconsin! All season! I do!

But it is great to be here for this interlude in Florida.


Not many words today -- no time left in the day for that. But I will take you back to the sea as I walk yet again, for miles (my friend has to work), from lunch until sunset. Here are pieces of that walk, to keep us all warm until spring:




































In the evening, my friend cooks dinner at home and it's all such luxury because I do nothing at all (except continue to try to learn Lightroom5, resulting in a corruption of all my flicker/lightroom photos -- sorry evening Ocean readers! --  but this is the way it is when you learn new things: you stumble).

A huge thanks to these guys for hosting me here for this heavenly spell in their beautiful little white house by the sea:






Tomorrow morning I fly back to Wisconsin.

Florida

I am on a flight from Detroit to Ft Meyers and I am breathing a deep sigh of relief. There are a thousand reasons why a flight out of the Midwest this week may well have been cancelled, but the biggest reason for my quite possibly not being on this flight had nothing to do with the polar vortex. It had to do with me being just too damn cavalier about travel.

To have you understand how stupid I was about this trip, I'll say this much. At 8 a.m. I considered fitting in an exercise module before heading out to the airport. I began watering plants that only more or less needed water. I asked Ed what he would like for breakfast. And then I glanced at the kitchen clock. 8:02. Wait a minute! Doesn't my flight take off at 9?!

It does. And it did. And I was on it only because Ed knows how to fly down stairs when called upon to do so, and the Ford Escort started despite the -11F reading outside, and I live twenty-seven minutes away from the airport (if I really step on it and no police officer flags me down). Credit should also be given to passengers who let me budge toward the front of the line at security, though honestly, by that time I knew I was safe.

I cannot easily explain my lackadaisical morning. Ed and I were exchanging Internet stories as early as 6 in the morning. I was in no hurry -- I had plenty of time. But somehow in my mind's eye, I fixed the departure time from the farmhouse at 8:30 instead of 7:30 and I simply never altered that image, even as another part of my mind knew that the flight took off at 9. Put it this way: I know how to compartmentalize and sometimes this serves me well. This was not one of those times.

So no photo of breakfast today. I popped a granola bar into my pocket and in Detroit splurged on a Starbucks (it's been years, it seems) and there, too, I was lucky because I had the briefest possible connection time, which this week should have made for a disaster, but I am flying on the first day of the year when there are no flying issues at all and so now here I am on the plane to Ft. Myers.

And as the plane pushes off above the frozen tundra that is the Midwest, the passenger behind me says (in between coughing fits, how pleasant is that!)  -- good bye ice and snow for the year!

There are a lot of seniors on this flight heading south for the season.

And I am one of them, albeit for the briefest possible season of only one day.

Well you might ask -- why go now, why Ft. Myers and why so short?

I hadn't planned on a Florida trip, but my good friend just this week moved with her husband to a new home by the sea (in Venice) and everything about this move spiked my curiosity so here I am, their official first overnight visitor.

How is Florida, you ask?

Well, actually cloudy on the day I arrive, but my God! It's in the sixties! I'm tempted to drive from the airport with the window down, but I'm still fighting the chill of the Midwest and, too, of the Delta flight which, quite unfortunately, had a window that was broken on the plane and that window happened to be by my seat and so I had a nifty breeze coming in from way up high where the temps are EVEN COLDER than down below (if you're wondering why I wasn't sucked out and sent flying down to earth -- well, there was one thin piece of glass still standing between me and the great expanse out there... but it was cold!)

I cannot come to Florida without posting this:







And of course, the sea. (Is the Gulf of Mexico a sea?)







And at dinner, I'm told that grouper is to Florida like whitefish is to Wisconsin. So we go to their local pub and get grouper sandwiches.







And tomorrow I plan on spending most of the day outdoors because you know what? I'm not likely to get frostbite.

forgetting about the cold...

...isn't this the perfect day to not go anywhere?

Yes, yes, we woke to bitter cold again. I can't now remember the exact temperature reading. -17 maybe?

It can wear on you, this crazy weather stuff. Cars, pipes, roads, moods freeze. And so it can be tough to just sit back, do your yoga poses and sip chamomile tea, reveling in your good fortune, while others struggle.

But, let's just focus on the delightful bits of prettiness that come with a snowy and sunny day, forgetting for a minute about the cold.

First, a quick walk of the land. There's a ribbon of blue in the sky. That's promising!






Yes, that's right! The clouds are breaking, too, over the farmhouse, creating a dapple of blue over the yellow building.






It's not quite sunny enough for the (otherwise cool) sun room, so we eat breakfast in the kitchen.






Then,  you're going to think this is random, but I did take time to photograph the blooming orchid that sits on a southern farmhouse window. Just because I'm learning my Lightroom Program and I need more than winter scenery to keep my camera (and me) happy. The background in the photo isn't a white wall or curtain. It's snow.





Okay, back to something that looks more like my world right now. The barn, now against a truly blue sky.






All fine and well, but what did I do today? Take brisk runs around the farmette? No, that's just the photographed part. On a day like this, if you have the time, you pull out all stops and get going on all the wonderful projects that you have up your sleeve. Someone told me a few days ago -- if you retire, you'll do less, because you will have so much time that you wont push yourself.

Push? Is there a push? I do not need a push!


In the evening, I go to dinner with Ed and a machinist colleague of his -- someone who is working on a project that overlaps somewhat with the work that Ed likes to do (design tools and machines). I learn a lot when these guys get fired up over an idea or over a past idea. Oftentimes as I listen, I lose the thread of the story. The technical detail is too much. And still, I like to follow the big picture. The whys, the wherefroms. Enthusiasm is a catchy thing. Tonight, some of theirs rubs off on me. (And so my cup of enthusiasm is spilling over right now!)

Tomorrow morning I'm off to Venice, Florida. Just for two nights. I'll tell you the whys of that trip once I get there.

mustn't get soft...

I wake up before dawn. There is a certain amount of curiosity that one has about rare weather events. Polar vortex! What's it like outside? How brutal is it to stand facing the wind today? I check the temperature. Just shy of -20F. There was a light mist at night (I can tell by the beads of crystal on the glass roof), but now the skies are almost clear. What would a sunrise be like during a Polar vortex?

I haven't chased a sunrise for a long time. And perhaps you'll think it's foolish (crazy?) to go out now, in -20, to start the ancient Ford Escort, to hear her creak in ways I've never heard before, to keep driving even though the door can never quite catch the hinge, driving in that frozen Arctic air toward the (frozen) lake.

Trucks have hauled fishing huts out on the lake for the season. This morning though, it is quiet. Really quiet.






I came too early. The sun has a few steps to go before it reaches the horizon. Some days when I've come here in the past, I would admire the predawn colors and turn around before the sun first showed a flash of brilliant light above the water. But today I wait. Even as the car refuses to recognize heat. 






And when I step out to take photos, my gloveless hand freezes instantly. They say three seconds and it's frostbite. Well now, you can't snap a photo in a wooly mit!






It's a beautiful sunrise. No, there wouldn't be a reflection in the water. But it is such a thrilling thing to see the radiant sun come out on a day that is the antithesis of warmth and I truly want to stand there and do sun salutations. But I think better of it. Someone may think I've become unhinged in the cold. (Though who? Who drives now in the wee hours of a day when schools remain closed and many people stay home from work?)

As always, heading away from a sunrise still gives you thrilling peeks at its effect.










All the way to the farmhouse door.






Even though I had my warmest coat and my warmest hat on, my body is icy cold. At home, Ed cringes as I reach for his hand to take on some of his warmth. It's a good hour before I feel un-cold again.


Breakfast? In the sun room of course! Hooray for the sun! Inside, it turns the day from a desperately cold one to a brilliantly cold one!











My sun salutations are at home. Who would go out on a day like this?

As it turns out, I do -- a second and a third time! A dentist check at noon -- I can't miss that. I have insurance that runs out when I officially retire this month. Fix everything! -- I tell him. Sorry, he responds. For once there's nothing to fix.

The second visit is to my daughter's to look in on Goldie the cat. The weather caused a tiny delay for them and they are struggling to get home. In the meantime, Goldie relishes the attention. For a while. And then, satisfied that she is not alone, she retreats to her favorite spot in the sun.






I have my laptop and I use the time there to run through my workout/yoga/dance program. Goldie does her stretches too.






Back at the farmhouse, we've done nothing with the septic system so far. It's on a temporary partial fix. When the days get slightly warmer, say by fifty degrees or so (by the weekend!), we'll have someone out to do a consultation. In the meantime, we have water, we have heat, and we have a pot of chili on the stove.

The winds are picking up tomorrow. Looking at the weather maps, it seems that we are nearly at the epicenter of the Polar Vortex. One more day and it will push its way north again. The irony is that just as it leaves Wisconsin, I'm scheduled to fly south, for a very quick trip to Florida. On the upside -- the planes should be flying by then again.

There is always an upside.

oh dear...

...those two words are mine today. Understandably so.

Now, the whole country knows that a polar vortex is sweeping masses of frigid air onto us in the next day or two. They say it will be colder in Wisconsin than on Mars and 35 degrees colder than on the North Pole itself.

We're ready for it. I have a full agenda for myself today. An indoor agenda.

First, the disc with the new Photoshop Lightroom 5 (photo editing) program arrived in the mail. I had no illusions that it would be easy to work with. Enough reviewers complained about uploading and file management issues that I was prepared. And I had been reading a 550 page manual for it. From before dawn. Carefully, especially the early chapters on uploading and developing.

Ed was there to help me. For instance, without him, it would have taken me a long time to figure out how to upload a program from a disc onto my littlest computer that does not have a disc drive.

So yes, I know I have to take the time to work with it all. But I had not fully grasped that everything will change now. How my files look, how they're labeled, retrieved. How the photos upload to flickr - my photo storage place of choice.

And so I consider it a huge victory to be able to give you a photo today, one showing you that yes, on this incredibly cold day, we did eat breakfast. I'm typically quite subtle in photo editing -- nothing too far from how I see it in my mind's eye please! -- but for this photo, I pushed the edges a bit. Because truly, just knowing how cold it is outside now made the breakfast meal feel very different. As if we were mere pawns in nature's game, hanging on, but just barely.







It is Sunday and though I did not do a massive farmhouse cleaning, I did a mini one and that included doing a load of laundry. We had had a leak in the basement the last time I used the washer a few days back and Ed was curious if it would repeat itself.

It did.

And then some.

In fact, it wasn't the washer at all that was flooding, it was our good old septic sytstem, clogged again, backing up buckets of waste water! The second time in less than six months!

Clearly we have a rather difficult situation. Yes, our rooter friend (he's becoming a very good friend indeed!) came out and spent more than three hours pushing out willow roots from the pipe, but it merely allowed some water to work its way through. Slowly.

We will need a major inspection of the septic system.

Ed is thinking out loud: I wonder if they can even repair a system in the deep freeze of winter...

That's when the "oh dear" slipped out.

Since the noise of machines and men shouting over them was too big of a distraction for writing, I thought it would be productive to at least do my new workout routines. Maybe with a thirty minute at home yoga class thrown in! How about that!

I have to say that deep breathing was diminished in quality by the somewhat predictable smells wafting from the basement. It did not help that we absolutely cannot open windows when the temperatures are dropping to such terrible lows...

The farmhouse lets us know often enough that she is not an easy mistress, but today she really tested our patience with her old and sometimes bothersome habits. In looking for the bright side, I did note that I had showered before the flooding and I had done a load of laundry. Darks. You'll be seeing a lot of darks on me in the days to come.


In the evening, I reheated the chicken tagine and reflected how good it is that I do not have many dishes to wash. (Our water use is diminished, though not yet completely blocked.)

As the temperature keeps falling tonight, I go back to my Lightroom 5 editing program. I had worked through the publishing issues on my small laptop and now I am attacking them on the tiny laptop that I use for travel. So you do get another photo after all. Of Isis. Who heroically did not complain about the weather (from his perch on the quilty bed, does he even remember there is an outside world?), but did pester us an awful lot about food until I opened another can of pink salmon for him. A spoonful of Trader Joe's canned salmon will put a smile on his face always. I'm thinking -- a cat's take on life is really quite uncomplicated. Refreshingly so.

interlude

Some days feel exactly this way: like a pause between two events. A commercial interruption. A coffee break. Okay, done. Now, where were we in our narrative?

Of course, I know too well where I was in my narrative: it's all about the weather this month, isn't it? Arctic blast, snow, wind -- the year is only four days old and already I've overused each of those terms in my postings here.

But today we really do pause. The wind died down, the thermometer climbed to near freezing. I sweep a gentle layer of feather-light snow off the roof. Our neighbor (we only have one, to the west of us) had a bigger challenge  -- a steeper slope on his roof and more snow to contend with.






Breakfast for us is leisurely. We stay in the kitchen because I'd just gotten fresh flowers for the kitchen table. Damn it, I want to stare at those flowers all month long! Colors are hard to come by in January.







And once more my daughter (who had skis only for a couple of days) joins Ed and me for a run on the Lake Farm trails.





No, there would be no sun today and the clouds are heavy, with a constant threat of... something. And yet, my girl notes that the day feels almost balmy. Ed takes his cap off and had we stayed out longer, I'm sure he would have unzipped his jacket and put away his big mitts.

Skiing in the mid-twenties feels oddly buoyant and easy. My girl is doubtful that we put a solid hour into it. Oh, but yes we did!

And after, I spot check some travel details for a trip that Ed and I are taking in the last weeks of this month. Maybe you'll remember that I made a host of travel plans while I was still in the thick of school work. A nagging thought made me revisit one detail of these forthcoming travels and I see now that I made a mistake. And so I spend the better part of the afternoon trying to fix it without putting us out too much. Ed asks later if I had made progress on my writing project. I had to grumble a hefty NO!

In the evening, I want to make chicken tagine. I haven't a tagine pot for it and I don't have half the needed ingredients, but the idea is to have a stew and if it isn't exactly perfectly Moroccan, still, it's quite good enough. To have for this interlude. Before the plummeting temperatures of tomorrow and the day after hit the farmette, paralyzing us from the outside and maybe a little on the inside too.

cold, bitter cold, bitterest cold...

She asks me -- can we go skiing together Friday?
I hesitate. It's going to be bitter cold. (There is a wind chill warning out. Winter is not foolin' around this year.)
But you ski in this weather!
Dear one, I'm made of hearty Polish peasant stock!
I come from your stock, remember?

Earlier, there is breakfast, then Ed is off to his techie guy meeting...





...and I do the usual Friday catch up stuff, except this time, for at least part of it, I have my older girl for company.

And when Ed returns, we pack three pairs of skis into the old Ford Escort and head out for Lake Farm Park. The one just down the road. A black and white road, patched like a holstein cow, with swirls of blowing snow.  Did I mention that there is a wind warning today?






In the forest, the air is calmer, gentler, even as the noise of the wind against the frozen tree limbs is never less than a dull roar. My daughter's cheeks are lightly pink, but she pushes her scarf down and I do too. When you move along a trail, the world feels at least ten degrees warmer.






As we finish the hour-plus loop, we look up to see a break in the clouds. Oh, I get it: it's going to be that kind of a freezing night! No clouds, Arctic air and wind!

And still later, when the sun begins its final slide, I am so taken in by the winter sky that I chase that sunset down our rural road -- to catch its fire-like madness over the fields where Farmer Lee once planted her flowers. I can see a thin sliver of a moon, rising high above the pink clouds.





Closer, let me get just a little closer. I pull up on the shoulder of the road and roll down the window (not so easy in the ancient, stiffened Escort). How can a winter evening be this beautiful!





There is so much weather drama this week and we haven't seen the worst of it yet. Monday promises to be even more bitter, windier, more chilling. Still I know it's not the coldest of January days. That happened 29 years ago, on the day when my younger girl was born.

I return to the farmhouse. It feels so deliciously warm inside! Sort of like being handed a mug of hot chocolate after an hour of ice fishing on a frozen lake. The porch lights cycle through their colorful little show, the last of the streaks of red crease the sky. A beautiful day. A tad on the cold side, to be sure. In fact, bitter cold. But so very beautiful.

ten

On this day (a)


Ocean is ten years old today! Yeah, that old! My first post went up when I was fifty, when my kids were just barely voting age, when I still lived in a house in the suburbs, when blogging was young and the Internet had that novel, mystical feel to it that made launching a blog somewhat of an adventure. But I knew this then: I wanted to write. With care. Every day. And so Ocean was born.

Oh, the lessons learned! The skepticism, the doubts, the warnings, but too, on the other side -- the friendships that were born of it! And the sweet sweet patience that came from family and friends! How can I not mention, for example, Ed's incredible patience as I bother him with the camera every morning and delay our travels and adventures as I pause to post?  How can I ever thank you all for indulging this terribly bothersome commitment that I have made?

Ten years of daily posting. It was so much harder when I started! Searching for an Internet connection in all corners of the world - Japan, Poland, Sicily, Ghana -- it was nearly impossible, yet it was never really impossible. I missed maybe a day or two each year. Not more than that.

I deserve no praise for persistence. We all excel at something. Me, I excel at forging ahead stubbornly when perhaps it may have been wise to give it up long ago. After all, why does it matter? To post late at night through half closed eyes, to write, to record something...  why must it happen every day?

Why? So many people ask (or want to ask) -- why?

I've said it before: writing about small things is, to me, the best way to describe life. You, who read Ocean, you are like me in this: you're drawn to the idea that the story line isn't necessarily in newspaper worthy events. It's in the way we wake up and sit down to breakfast and proceed to move through the day. And these small things are what make for a good day for us, whether we live in Marseille or Madison.

So, thank you. For reading, for commenting, for coming back, for giving at least a nod to this idea that ordinary conversations and encounters are important.

Ocean is ten. I've moved, my daughters have moved, they've launched careers, I've retired.  My progression is everyone's progression. It's just that I am driven to write. And so you have these daily posts.

Daily posts. Some people walk their dog, I post. Yes, it is as ordinary as that.


On this day (b)

Wake up! I've got so much that I want to do today!

Breakfast is, of course, the starting point. We linger over it, though in my mind, never long enough.






Then I sit down to a steady stream of Book Project writing, interrupted only once with a brief bout of stretching and moving through a program of awkward (but who would notice?!) ballet/yoga poses.

But by afternoon I know that I have to attack the dreaded project of the year: the emptying of my Law School office.

Why dreaded? Because I really would like to cart only one box of memorabilia home and put a match to nearly everything else, but I'm afraid that's an overzealous and potentially regrettable move.

And so I give myself eight hours to sort and stack and pack and carry out, and today I use two of those hours, bringing home a bankers box of the most precious stuff: photos, my cup for tea, and a sketch of the house where Chopin once lived.

And I throw away about a third of my files. AIDS Legal Resources Project? Trash! Department of Education grant? Trash! Folder upon folder of a work history and I have to wonder -- why had I kept it all this long? Did I think someone would ask me one day -- prove to us that line on your resume!? Someday, folders will seem quaintly old fashioned. Storage will be what we save on computers rather than in metal file cabinets. Someday. My work wasn't of that day. My work is on notepads and the work of others is typed and printed and it's all unfortunately stashed in tightly packed cabinets.

On the upside, I get one of the final grand moments before my office window, looking out on Bascom Mall.







 Okay. Enough for today. I can come back to this project next week.


By the time I come back to the farmette, the chill on the air is terrific. The skies are clearing, the wind is sharp.






I walk the land to the back of the barn, but not for long. I'm not prepared for the plummeting temperatures. Still, even in this most challenging season, I find the landscape here to be so beautiful! There is a silence all around us. Looking at the solitary tracks of deer, I am reminded how little movement there is at the farmette during winter.






In the evening, I cook up a pot of chili. I note that we've used half of our summer tomatoes already. Ed tells me the chili flavors are ever changing, as I reach for different varieties that we store in the big freezer in the basement.

Isis comes down, licks a can of sardines dry and marches right back up to the quilt-covered bed. For him, it's just another day of food and sleep. Ed works on his design project, I settle in to write this post.

a new year

Since the time of preschool (age three), my year organized itself around the academic calendar. It remained that way through my university years, then throughout my girls' school years and it continued to provide structure for me as my work took me right back to the classroom.

Not anymore.

Because I like organizational frameworks -- the kind that you visualize for yourself -- I need a replacement structure. The obvious choice is the change in the calendar year. And since my retirement coincides with the beginning of 2014,  if ever there was a significant New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, I would say this one trumps all.

Last night, therefore, I partied with some excitement at my daughter's place. She had an incredible menu of snack foods -- mind-boggling in its deliciousness -- and I was super proud to be her sous chef for the evening. Beginning with baking the gougeres (cheese puffed pastry) which were my responsibility in the days when I baked for L'Etoile...






...I went on to lend a hand where needed, to help fill their table with this incredible assortment:






Ed came just before midnight and we did the countdown and the bubbly flowed and it was all quite beautiful, even as winter raged outside. The proverbial glow within made all that irrelevant.



modern countdown




the hosts




no idea whose phone this is; Ed doesn't have a cell


Happy, happy 2014!


This morning, we wake up to more snow and more cold temps in the forecast.





Can you believe it -- on Monday, they tell us the high will be -15 F! May I remind the weather gods that this is Madison, Wisconsin! I am sure they have their systems out of whack, thinking us to be perhaps Madison, Canada -- you know, that small community within the Arctic circle!

Still, I'm full of excitement. Like the first day of school, this day is lining up my cards for me. I have so many lessons, plans, programs, challenges, opportunities, visions, ideas that I am quite sure it is very much like starting first grade. Or going away to college. Take your pick.

After breakfast, which, thankfully, offers no changes (somethings are best left alone!)...






...I make some decisions as to what will fill my immediate days. Lots of indoor movement to keep me energized (thanks, Ocean commenter for the barre3.com tip! Ever since I was a kid and thought ballet to be the most beautiful form of movement, I've wanted to mix in some small bits of easy positions into a yoga routine -- this online fitness program is cheap and exquisite! And flexible! Got ten minutes? Do it!). And of course, plenty of writing. And plenty of learning.

First day of school. Like  a kid, I'm prancing about, loving this year already for what it is sure to deliver -- new experiences.

In the afternoon, we go out to ski. It's cold -- single digits and quite brutal when the wind kicks up -- but we're not complaining.






As usual, it's enchanting in this county park. Even if the sun never quite breaks through a cloud cover.











Can't say it's not trying...





And so the day just flies.

In such a good, good way.
 

Overheard

Isis! Be quiet! Go back to sleep!

 
There's just a light cover of snow. Do you want me to sweep the roof? 
No, you're not nimble enough. I'll do it.


What do you want for breakfast?
Pancakes! Where are we eating?
Sun-room. We can pretend it's warm outside.





So there's this photography class online... I'm not sure what it's about, but maybe it would be fun to do it anyway... though what I really want is to get out of the iPhoto editing rut...
Go back to learning Photoshop.
There's a new version... oh! They've gone to an online Photoshop with monthly fees! 
You never even learned one tenth of the old version!
I don't want go back to the old version! That's five years old now. This one is new and improved!
That's so like you...

Okay, forget the one with the online monthly fee! I can purchase Photoshop Lightroom 5 -- that's just one fee and I can still get educator rates! And I saved all that money on yoga this month!
You don't save it if you spend it on something else. 


I'm reading about Lightroom 5 -- it sounds like simply mastering that program's file management is a challenge.
I can do it! I'm motivated!
Do you even know how to work the TV? This is way more complicated than running the TV...
Ha ha... That's because we have all these different TV viewing systems and Chrome this and Youtube that... Anyway, I'll buy an instructional manual...
Actually you can get one on kindle -- oh, but wait, you've never fully learned all your kindle features either! You are surrounded by technology that you can't fully use!

That's sums it up pretty well.

But, there's always the new year to learn something new!


For now, I'm turning my back to this cold cold weather (and believe me, that early sun has long since receded and the snow is falling and the temperatures are dropping even more)...





...and I'm setting out to my daughter's place to help her prepare for a New Year's Eve party that she and her husband are hosting. Of course I'll stay and party with the young set! I'm hoping that Ed, who is dropping me off, then returning to the farmhouse, doesn't fall asleep and forget to come and get me at midnight!

I'm also truly hoping that your New Year brings you new things to learn and enjoy, but that, too, you find plenty of the old to keep you warm and comforted.
Happy, happy New Year to all you Ocean readers!
love,
Nina