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Now back to books. 2015 was a very varied year for me, I was reading and reviewing books for ‘Belle About Town’ but also reading a book a month with my book club. I have to say having not one, not two but three outlets to discuss the books I read is really rewarding and I know I have said it in a previous post but thank you so much to all the people who have read, commented and liked my blog. It really means a lot, and this year I want to try and make sure I’m writing a least a blog post a week. I thought it would be fun for me to share some stats with you about my reading habits in 2015, and I’d love to know yours too, so please do comment below.

The first book I read in 2015 was ‘Foxcatcher: A True Story…

I am a dying leaf

clinging to the mother tree

in a high autumn wind

I am unique crystal

frozen in the heavens

wafting into the drift

I am the grass blade

attempting to reach above

all others to see beyond

I am the passing cloud

shape-shifting by moment

desiring to be seen

I am the mountain

the rising peak watching

over surrounding landscape

I am the wofting breeze

caressing all about me

to bring peace and comfort

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I want to tell you about 10,000 moments. But I’m not sure how.

Each moment by itself would be too small to see. Too fleeting. Like snow flakes on the lawn. How could one moment be singled out for description, made more special than the others, emblematic? It wouldn’t do justice to the whole.

But to describe 10,000 moments skims over what each moment meant, the choice that was offered each time and the decision  that was made each time. Without fail. Day after day. Year after year.

In the face of my increasing hearing loss in the past few years, my husband made the choice to be kind.

He was kind when he had to repeat himself dozens of times in a day. He was kind when we had to stop having our regular daytime phone conversations. He was kind when I misunderstood what other people said and embarrassed…

I am a person with a very uneven Christmas life.

When I was a kid, the quality of Christmas – not the presents but the mood – depended on whether business at our Ben Franklin Store had been good or not so good. There were many years when our chops got busted by the K-Mart down the road and then there were years when my father’s savvy and tenacity outwitted the “Big Guys” as he called K-Mart. It was always the Little Guy (singular) vs. the Big Guys (very plural).

My mother, by doing the same modest things every year, the tree, the lights, the stockings, the late dinner, made Christmas a little shining haven for our family, all of us working in the store until the last shopper left on Christmas Eve. We always patched along, if that makes sense.

Then there were the Christmases with a husband and in-laws…

Merry Christmas to you all, my dear blogger Friends! Joy to the World!

Joy to those who are celebrating with their families; joy to those who are with their friends; joy to the lonely. Blessings of peace and love to all.

I want to share some photographs I took in the last couple of days.

Waterford Winterval Festival is over,  and tonight the city center is unusually quiet. This Express Train had been riding around every night since the end of November.

Even the hurricane Eva couldn’t stop it.

Riding the carousel was another fun thing you could do in Waterford.

Spinning!

The full moon is hiding in the clouds – the last day of the festival.

Santa Sleigh – the last ride of the season.

I know that this festival wasn’t anything breathtaking – just a regular retail business with a bit of tinsel added for festiveness.  What I want to say is that Christmas…