|Where is everyone?|
Family members seem weird and sometimes get on our nerves because we know them so well, as they also know us, and knowing is loving. I plan to practice tolerance and understanding over the holidays, and treasure the moments of insight and understanding afforded us by this close knowing.
I plan to remember those who used to be with us, but are now gone.
I plan to not shop at all over the next few days, and like last year, visit somewhere slightly wild and very quiet.
I plan to thank all those in uniform for their service. If the holidays are rough for me, I can only imagine what it must be like for someone fighting thousands of miles from home.
And there will be cycling. Much cycling. If not for peace, at least for some quiet.