I was going to put down my feelings on the past year, but decided no one would want to read it. It has not been a good year on so many levels — farm-wise, dog-wise, weather-wise — so I will put those in my written journal. One good thing is Jenn is in our life. I am so ready for this year to end. I was hoping to celebrate its ending but that is not to be. Not even on the tv, all we get is NYC. Different time zone. Anywhere west of NY does not matter.
Hopefully next year will be better. I hope everyones celebrations are safe & happy. I will be sitting on my laptop, Willie will soon be asleep, & then this year will end.
I made it to work ok. The roads are amazing. Or rather those who care for the roads. I live in Saline County. Our roads were cleared off & mostly without any snow or ice. I saw at least 3 country trucks working on them today. Then I drive into McPherson County where Lindsborg is. OMG! They are covered with thick snow that is worn down to an icy covering. IF you are driving from Saline to McPherson & do not know the difference, it could be deadly.
I was busy at work. I did 5 tours, sold a poster, & got 3 memberships. Plus worked on thank you notes. It was nice to have things to do.
I did drive around town to take some photos of the snow. The town looked wonderful. Heavy snow on the evergreens. And my dads nativity scene was gorgeous. The photos are still on my camera. Will get them off later. At home I looked at the snow & the covey of quail were up by my house!! Their tracks were great! There is probably at least 10 of them together & you could see them walking around a tree. I took a photo & I hope they show up.
I saw the end of a movie called The Christmas Shoes. It was made based on a country song. And the country song was based on a story written by a friend of mine named Helga. The story was a true one. Helga & I were in nursing school together in the late 1970s & the story happened before then. She was shopping at Christmas & in front of her was a small child with a pair of gold shoes. He was buying them for his mother who was dying, but he did not have enough money. So Helga paid for them. She wrote it up & it was published in Readers Digest. I think later she wrote a longer story that was the basis for a country Christmas song that came out a few years ago. And Helga died a year ago, younger than me. The movie & song are tear-jerkers. Have a box of kleenexes near by.