Here it is, the last week of 2023. It’s been a doozy in some ways but I was incredibly blessed in others. In June I got my very first granddaughter. She’s a pistol, too! Oh.
By the time you read this column, Christmas 2023 will be in the rearview mirror. It’s just one more week until we hang up the new calenders for 2024 and start messing up the date.
Some years ago on Christmas Eve, while we were snug in bed, I thought I heard a noise outside, so strange, sleep quickly fled. I nudged Hubby and he said, “Yes I heard it to.
It’s been unseasonably warm so far this month. I’m okay with that. My Dad always said that December was the best time for a drought on the northern plains. A brown Christmas would be fine.
When did December sneak in on us? I feel like there must have been some months missing out of my calendar this year. Fall went particularly fast for some reason. My late Uncle.