The Indextrious Reader has come up with a meme in which one lists the first line of each month’s blog posts for the past year to see what it tells you about the past year. I did this, first incorrectly by listing the first line of the last post for each month, but then corrected this. It certainly is interesting to remember that a year ago today was my first full day at home after double knee replacement surgery, and in the very beginning of recovery. And I do see pretty much the same thing whether I am looking at the first posts or the last ones. Lots of my blog is about my family. I hope to branch out more this year. I think it’s time. We’ll see how this plays out in the year ahead.
Everyone has been telling me, over and over and over again, what a wonderful recovery I am having, and I think in many ways it is true.
It does feel like weeks and weeks and weeks since I’ve posted anything here, and that’s because it has been many many weeks.
The snowy winter wonderland picture is what my back yard looks like today, with my snowdrops blooming underneath their white blanket.
I have a few more pictures to share with you which my son in law Ingmar sent me…
I’ve been back since very late on Wednesday and am just now feeling more normal!
I have so many photos from the Ethnographic Museum which I loved.
Not long ago Alice posted this picture of my oldest grandchild, Nathan, with the comment, “Busted”.
Alice and her family and some friends of theirs are out at the cottage this weekend and she sent me some pictures.
MY FAVORITE DAY
I hope I can use this image which I borrowed from a friend’s facebook post.
It’s such a lovely time of year in Ohio that it seems a shame to leave…
My dear grandfather’s birthday was November 11th, 1892, and he was always very proud that WWI, that war to end all wars, ended on his 26th birthday.
Many of the Hungarian customs surrounding Advent and Christmas are a little different from the ones practiced in the North America and I always enjoyed learning about them and doing them, even if some were a bit labor intensive when my three children were growing up.