Newsletter - December 29, 2009
Operation Recovery.
Happy New Year, everbody! Wow! What an adventure the past two weeks
have been. With eighteen people in my house, plus Cappuccino, my Shih
Tzu,
it has definetely been interesting. We have played countless games,
including Scrabble, Rummy, Chess, Christmas Trivia, Phase 10,
Mousetrap, timed laps around the couch, and Mother May I. We have
gone through five coloring books and three packs of crayons. We have
watched It's a Wonderful Life, The Christmas Story, Miracle on 34th
Street, Home Alone, and UP.
We have consumed at least 10 pounds of pasta, a Christmas ham, 29
pies, about 5 cakes, a gob of Christmas cookies, and sacks and sacks
of candy.
I must say there was no shortage of food, fun, or love.
Christmas morning at the Harpole's is always a highlight, but this
past Christmas found many reaching for tissues. As always, with our
custom, Scott, with his strong voice, reads the Christmas story. Then
we each go around the room, and one by one say what we are thankful
for. When it came time for the Patriarch of the family, my husband,
Bill, he immediately starting crying and looked at each child and
grandchild, telling them how much he appreciated and loved them. He
again reminded everyone in the room how blessed we were, not only to
be able to be together, but that in fact, how well we all get along
and genuinely love each other. I must say after six full days of
co-inhabiting with no major upset, he was right.
But, alas, here we are, that dreadful week in between Christmas and
New Years...Operation Recovery. It's a little like the post partum
blues that new mom's go through a few weeks after the baby arrives.
Like, what's next? The house is now quiet, the last of the Lego
villages are down, the crayons are permanently ground into the carpet,
and the cloth chairs are dyed with grape juice.
So, we can all cry and get depressed, or we can do it all over again.
WHAT? Yes, maybe not in five days, but we can always keep family
close. That random trip up to Terre Haute, Indiana, where my boys and
their families live, or to Naples, Florida, where my Dana and her
husband plus two grandchildren live, is only a thought away. There
are cell phones, cars, planes, trains, and as the old song
says..."there ain't no mountain high enough, to keep my love from
you."
Now, as I always say, "Celebrate Family." Love each other as though
it may be the last time you may see them. Forgive easily, and make
provision for miss understandings...don't let them accumlate.
Rember, the dearest things are not material, but rather the strongest
entity since God's creation of man and woman, is the FAMILY. Love
each other, hug, kiss, and enjoy!
Operation Recovery is just a few days to endure, then let's all jump
head long into the new year. Let's make a difference for the good, in
the lives of others, and by so doing, live our own lives to the
fullest satisfacion!
God Bless, and Happy New Year
Rosalie