|Miser Dog, standing guard.|
The rest of the week was much kinder to us, and full of lots of adventures.
|N-son helps prepare food|
On Sunday morning, N-son and I did something I had been hoping to do for years -- we served meals at our local homeless shelter on a Christmas Day. This was the first time I'd been back since my bike crash, and I got much love back from the guests there -- many of whom I'd gotten to know from my past normal-day visits. Plus, I got to see my culinary-arts-trained son in action.
We were lucky to have all our kids in the house that afternoon and evening, and then the next day, my husband took off with N-son, J-son, and L-daughter for a three-day trip to go shopping in New York City. (I stayed home and very happily did math, and I think they were all jealous of me!)
|Pecan pie, anyone?|
J-son had a three-mom week: visiting his birth mom on Christmas day, me on Christmas evening, and his foster mom after he returned from New York City.
K-daughter is keeping busy with her Reiki work, and her occasional job as wedding coordinator at our church kicked into overdrive at the end of the week, with a wedding that went on for hours and even included a fainting groom!
My husband finished out the year by (surprise) riding to and from Philly. He did not make 10,000 miles this year -- "only" 9,859 miles. He has more statistics for anyone who is interested.
On Friday, I got my splint off and started informal rehab on my arm. Whoop! My left arm is swollen, tender, and puffy, and has a (hopefully temporary) restricted range of motion -- for good or ill, I can't bite my fingernails! But it's incredibly nice to be able to type and write again; I'm glad to return to the ranks of the bi-dextrous.
Here's wishing you all the best in the new year!