Fast Days

The packages are in the mail, and so are the cards. She only sends a few cards to special friends. Sometimes they are funny cards, and sometimes they are useful cards, with a recipe or something. Or sometimes they are computer cards that are very, very special. You see, She doesn't make a lot of Christmas. She likes the music, She says, and She likes the excuse to get things for the children, but She is not churchy about Christmas. I heard Her tell Him that you can't deny that there is something in the air. She thinks about the first day of winter, and then Spring is coming. But days are fast now. There are parties and dinners and places to be. That makes time go fast. One thing She says is that time goes faster now that She is old. But it is also nice to be old, She says. It is time to turn the hard work over to younger people. Even when that puts tears in Her eyes, She still believes it.
So tonight They will have a nice dinner and watch some TV. They usually have some popcorn and root beer, the kind without sugar, so each night is a kind of party here! Kasey and I are all rested up for an evening of sharing Her dinner and snoozing on laps. Or in Kasey's case, on a soft blue blanket. More news tomorrow. Keep warm.