Another New Year at Our Little House
It’s that time again when we start looking toward a new year and making those resolutions – or not.
I posted last year that I typically do not make a whole lot of resolutions, as they never seem to work out.
Instead, I try to focus on self-improvement on a daily basis.
Other than reformulating my business plan and setting goals for the business, the only real goal I set for myself is typically a reading list.
Last year, I set the goal of reading 26 books, one for every other week.
Boxing Day at Our Little House Delayed
When I signed onto my Facebook account on Monday, I saw a post from our Australian daughter about having all of her Christmas presents put up for the year. “It’s time for the sun and beach and fun with family,” she wrote.
Even before I signed onto my computer, I was thinking that the English, Australians and other countries that celebrate Boxing Day had a good idea.
While there are other meanings to the holiday, it primarily is celebrated in those countries as the day to put up all of the holiday décor and find room for the new presents received for Christmas.
Merry Christmas to All!
I've been working very hard this week trying to get my work in order so that I may take most of the week off after the holiday. It's been a few years since I've actually taken any time away from the pressures of deadlines.
I will be posting next week, so never fear.
To all of my readers who celebrate Christmas, have a VERY Merry one and to all of you who do not, enjoy the time off.
And to all a goodnight!
Winter Solstice at Our Little House
It may not feel like it, but the winter is setting after today
Today is the Winter Solstice, or the shortest day of light throughout the entire year. It would have also been my mother’s 86th birthday.
When she was a kid, she used to feel cheated, thinking she had a birthday on literally “the shortest day of the year.”
Actually, it is fitting my mother was born on this day, in the middle of a blizzard in Chicago, as Winter Solstice celebrations have long been about a day of celebrating re-birth, the beginning of the end of the darkness of winter.
For many years, she was also the light of our family and I could always draw upon her strength to see me through any dark time.
From here on out, our days will become longer, if only by seconds and a few minutes at first, but before you know it, we will be looking beyond the cold and gray and at the rebirth of spring.
