“Do we have anything planned for tomorrow?” Gerry asks from the living room where he’s watching junior hockey with the sound off.
”I’m going to do a whole lot of not very much,” I say as I stir a pot of turkey stew..
”I’m going to sleep in,” says Makiya, looking up from the jigsaw puzzle she’s working on.
The season starts to wind down and, with it, the end-of-year busyness. It’s been a joy, but I’m hungry for some ordinariness (And vegetables. I’m sick of turkey and junk, and have a strong hankering for vegetables.) I think we all are.
Makiya is counting down the days until her tenth birthday, and alternating between looking forward to going home and seeing her friends, and feeling reluctant to see this season of Camp G and G come to an end.
The snow finally arrived, a skiff when we woke on Christmas morning and yesterday a storm blew in. I haven’t looked out the window yet, but I expect Gerry will be dragging out the snowblower this morning.
Today, I’ll get a start on tidying up the chaos—not too much, I don’t want to waste this last full day with Makiya—and we’ll just see where the day takes us.
Soon, there will be time for quiet contemplation, 2019 planning, writing, and other things that January will bring. For now, we lean in to the business of closing out this very good year with gratitude.