L’Shanah Tovah Sweet and best wishes for this new year.
The year passed with many times to remember…
So many changes: some very happy, some not.
My husband and I moved into a new house.
My father, after long-time incapacitation, died unexpectedly. My siblings had planned that very weekend for a visit with him, but ultimately that time together (by coincidence) called us most certainly to re-acquaint ourselves with each other after some decades spending our adult lives separately.
Mr. Tess and I spent time at the end of June with one brother, staying at his gorgeous home and swimming in his amazing pool. A truly beautiful visit getting to know my brother and his wife.
And then all of us siblings rented a cottage at the end of July on Lake Superior where our parents owned their house. Even better, our children were able to join us, one of the rare occasions when the cousins have had an opportunity to be together. We had an interment ceremony for our parents there, and chose mementos from the house.
The picture at the top reminds me of visiting our daughter a few years ago when she lived in Spain. North of Barcelona, we stopped at one of many of the small wooden booths selling wine on the edge of the cliffs overlooking the Mediterranean. It was windy, and I stayed in the car with my broken ankle, thinking the wind would blow me and the car and all into the ocean.
There, in the U.P. where I grew up, I felt a surprisingly similar off-balance effect. Looking across the road, however, was a bucolic view.