Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Well, we took down our holiday decorations, dragged the tree to the curb, where we will have to cut it up to fit in our compost bin, and have everything boxed up to take down to the basement. We are hoping our son-in-law will do that, as some of the bins are gut wrenchingly heavy, due to my collection of snow globes. Now I only buy wool felt kinds of decorations, but back in the day, I hardly gave a thought to lugging stuff up and down. Times have changed. I also picked up eye vitamins, a wreath for the door, and some new books. Tomorrow I will get my new glasses lenses exchanged, talk to my doctor on the phone, and begin to write thank you notes. I am beginning to feel that January hopefulness, due to longer days, many family birthdays, and the possibility of going up to the cabin after the snow disappears. Yes, I am worried about omnicron, and I alternate between fear and hope. My granddaughter can get her booster now, and soon they will have a dose for the almost two and almost three year old grandsons, but their schools and preschools are risktaking in practice, so there is always the anxiety haunting us. This is how we live now. But it does mean every interaction feels precious, not a given.