I'm so far behind, I'm behind on being behind. I did, finally, recover from the Horrible Cold. Hooray!
But the combination of admissions to do for my day job and for Clarion West means much much much to do.
Not to mention...oh, you don't want the list.
I've mostly been doing what I absolutely must do to keep things working and letting everything else coast. Like this journal.
Nephew Mark visited, and Jim and I did finally go up and see my parents in Victoria, though. That was wonderful, and having a break was also a fine thing. And we finally gave my parents their Christmas presents. Yay, they liked the huge arty tea pot I gave them! My dad was pleased with getting Jim's hand-me-down laptop!
They had already bought us a set of new towels, which we used before Christmas, leading to my mother telling all her friends that she had given us used towels for Christmas. She said that was going to be our Xmas gift, but she did have lots of little fun stocking stuffers, and an additional special something for me.
Years ago, she gave some old family gold jewelry to a Northwest First Peoples artist she knew, and in exchange for it, he made her a gorgeous ring with a hummingbird design. Her hands have changed as she's gotten older and it doesn't really fit her anymore, so she gave it to me.
I love its history: that it's old family gold, that someone she knew made it for her and chose a hummingbird for the design, and that he has some of the gold and that Mom wore it for years and then gave it to me.
Whenever I look at it, it makes me happy. I worry a little about losing it, because it's a pinky ring for me and a little loose, but I'm being careful. Very careful.
For a few comments on my reading and writing (I'm behind here, too, still) see Les Semaines.