Jonathan and I had a wonderfully unique Christmas day. There are few things I love more than climbing a mountain. On the other hand, now that we’re enjoying the more classic Christmas experience, I can’t say it’s not pretty sweet. We had four generations gathered together, meals at the dining room table (that acts as my desk most of the year), tripping over extra dogs who retch, puke on the carpet, lean on my leg warmly, and give kisses; Fiona time for everyone, my children’s hands to hold, many hugs; piles of dishes in the sink and a stuffed refrigerator; everything I was missing (well…there are several missing people and dogs, but enough present to allay the hunger).
Copious stores of unspent love have been happily distributed.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 122: 127 words, TOTAL = 19,984; 40,016 remaining (1/3 of the year done!)
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Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.