As it should be at this time of year, I have had a pretty busy couple weeks. There is always something to do. Whether they are want to 'chosen' activities or have to 'necessary' activities is up to you.
I have a sister who likes to garden and is moving into an apartment. Not only does the apartment not have gardens it has little to no storage. I have gardens that need work and available storage. It’s a perfectly symbiotic arrangement, I think.
Spent a few days listening to the beckoning song of the loons, the rhythmic slurping of waves against the rocks and the soothing breezes gently swooshing through the trees. There were also some squeals of children playing in the water and an occasional motor boat or skidoos roaming the lake. We enjoyed soaking up the sun on the dock, languishing in the shade on the deck, splashing in the refreshing, clear lake water. We ate way too much, laughed so hard, read a lot, talked for hours, stayed up way too late, tipped a few and slept as much as we wanted. No TV and no cell phones. It was great.
Since getting home I have done some special Christmas research and shopping. I love it when I have such a great idea but will likely worry some from now until December that the recipient might not think it’s as great an idea as I do.
Speaking of recipients, I also registered to donate any of my available but well used body parts. They say I can help save the life of eight folks and improve the lives of up to 75 others. I don’t plan on going anywhere any time soon so don’t know how much of me will still be functioning or valuable when the time comes, but every little bit helps.
Being an organ and tissue donor has always been something I struggled with. I didn’t always sign my license and when I occasionally did I would severely limit what could be taken. I just had a really hard time getting my brain around being doled out a hunk at a time. With age I have got past the chop shop aspect to more of a recycling plant viewpoint so I can freely and happily say "have at ‘er." Like the song says, “All of me. Why not take all of me?”
I have also realized Kelly Ann Conway is absolutely right - there really are alternative facts. As we grow older we each have our own version of our upbringing and childhood. There were five of us and when I listen to any of the others talk about our years growing up or the style of parenting we received, I am consistently astonished by the disparity of our memories. I know from the oldest to the youngest our parents gave up a lot of control (or maybe just gave up) but the discrepancy between the versions from those closest in age is remarkable. Although I know the other’s versions are wrong, I do realize we each have our own account of the truth or alternative facts.