Here comes Santa Claus...

It was an interesting week. Almost everyone was sick. Better to have it now than to deal with sick children during Christmas. David spent the night with us. Watching him sleep this morning just after daylight was so heartwarming. Little children resting in a warm comfortable place without a care in the world. That is heaven! We got him up and off to school then took all the family out to lunch. The afternoon was so mild. I wished I could be off to go bike riding. Maybe there will be a chance to get out and hike or do something in the morning. The weather is supposed to turn rainy. Even a day with temperatures in the 50's is like a heat wave after those low to mid teens we had last week.

Billy hit a few snags with the build of my bike. The derailleur didn't work and neither did the suggested replacement. We had to go with one installed over the crank arm. Maybe by tomorrow he will have it running again. I sure would like to go ride it Wednesday morning. Right now it looks like Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday will be good riding mornings. I need to make sure the deer hunters aren't out in force in Hollins.

Effigy of Grief

Effigies are used in grieving by providing a tangible representation of what has been lost, allowing a mourner to connect with who or what they've lost , which can help with the process of acceptance and emotional expression, particularly when the loss is sudden or traumatic; they can be used to focus grief and memories around a physical likeness, offering a sense of continued presence even in their absence

Spock

Spock is my favorite character in all fiction. A character who bridged the gap between two worlds and faced disdain from each. Who strove for excellence and exemplified strength, character, intelligence, and control. His nearly emotionless demeanor was a perfect foil for those who would attempt to intimidate or insult him. It was a style I would endeavor to imitate to thwart those attempting to insult, demean, or scare me in my own young life. I bought this little figure to remind me to guard against letting my defenses down and allowing emotional hurt to strike me. But I doubt my recollection of Spock will work for me again. It was the last gift from my past. Perhaps I will find another reservoir of strength.

Island Walk

I always try to help Rachael with Hubbard/Rockford if asked. They had me down for 3 days but at last minute asked for the other day. Work at Rockford is slow so working isn't hard, but not following my usual routine tired me out a bit. I still had some work I could take care of up in Cullman. Some bushhog work and other little items but the high temps held me back a bit. I did ride my bike a little and got in some of my walking in addition to some chores. Max needed to be delivered to Charlotte, SC for his drum major camp. I volunteered to take him. I was glad to be able to perform this chore for him but the long trip up and back combined with extra heavy traffic in the Atlanta are, which extended to within 30 miles of Alabama, combined to really tire me out. There had been a problem with my left rear wisdom tooth for over a year, so I decided I should get it taken care of before I wound up isolated somewhere in PEI. The extraction didn't appear to be problematic until just be...

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