Kolaches

I seem to make these every year about this time. But they're very labor intensive and this might be my last batch.

Blogger is pissing me off. It acts up whenever I try to add a photo.

Survived

The sky on Christmas night. Not gonna lie, I'm glad it's over. 

However,  I am filled with plans, goals, ideas for the new year. All in the 'self improvement' melieu. 

Lonely

It's one thing to be alone when most people are at work or school. But when you know everyone else is gathered with family and friends and you're alone ... it aches.

Art

My daughter-in-law drew a picture on the wrapping paper of her gift to me. I don't think anyone has ever given me a drawing/painting that they created. For me. I am very touched and grateful.

The Eve

... to end all Eves. This is a photo from 2013. Very festive. When I look back, I see a major shift in my universe since then. I've moved (thrice), Angie passed away, Todd remarried, Brandon is dating Abby Haney. 

I'm still adjusting to apartment living. The country is in a huge mess. I can't begin to describe the atrocities happening here. On our streets! I don't know if I'll live long enough to see us overcome all of this.

Anyway,  Merry Christmas. 

Script?

A journal should look handwritten.

Or is this better? Yes. Beyond.

Three more wakeups

Dreading Christmas Eve.  Isn't that a sad statement.  Since his remarriage,  my son has transformed his beautiful home into a chaotic space that includes six dogs and a decor that looks as though cracker barrel threw up. The new wife is (among other things) a lover of chaos. And all things macabre. 

Fa la la la, la la la la.

Journal here?

I think I might as well journal here. I downloaded an app to my phone, but I have to log in each time. Ack.

Goals for 2026

1. Survive

2. Learn to sketch faces

3. Walk more

4. Improve my handwriting 

5. Stop wishing, start doing