We spent a quiet evening in the cabin and slept late this morning. I took pictures of Sassy and Deanne; Deanne took pictures of Sassy and me. We thought about trying to get a picture of the two of us on our 37th anniversary, but Sassy's lack of opposable thumbs makes technology difficult for her.
Since our goal is to dance on our 75th anniversary, we are now officially almost halfway there. And what a long, strange trip it's been, to quote Jerry Garcia. 2010, especially, has been an eventful year.
On the difficult side, I had two major surgeries this year. I had a worrisome detour with a cardiologist that, thankfully, turned out to be no big deal. I have experienced increasing stress and frustration with connectional issues (Annual Conference, GCUMM, NAUMS). Deanne has been unsuccesful so far in finding a job. And I've spent the last three or four months in a state of great weariness made worse by a to-do list that just won't quit.
On the happy side, we have a new Grandson who's six months old now. I took my fourth Philmont trek. Our Venturers have completed a whole year and had lots of fun and augmented the youth ministry of the church. Deanne finished grad school. And there have been stabs of joy here and there as intense as any one can ever ask for.
All this leads me to sum up the year in the immortal words of Scrooge McDuck:
Between losses and gains and joys and pains, I just about came out even on this deal.
Where's mine?
Sassy is interested in Deanne's snacksCurling up with a good book
Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend; inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.Rushing waters
New Year's Day, 2011Helping with the dishes
Sassafras and Deanne at Wilderstead
