Life is like an old-time rail journey – delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride. Gordon B. Hinckley
This will be my 105th post of the year, and my last for 2015. I’ve sold a house, bought a house, bid on 9 in between. I’ve moved out of 19 Milford Street, and into Waltham Street, and called 4 temporary places in between my home. I was welcomed by friends, 2 cats, and 1 mouse. That 1 mouse was most unwelcome in that house, and resulted in me spending 6 nights on my sister’s coach. I was most grateful that she allowed me to stay. She works from home and can’t tolerate distractions. But where mice are concerned this city girl had to take action.
111 inches of snow, 1 misadventure locked out of the warm house, and on top of the cold roof, 1 French savoir – my beloved neighbor, and 1 trip that didn’t happen – Montana still awaits – 6 that did:
- Saint Petersburg Florida to dip my toes in the sand
- New Orleans …a little uplifting a little heartbreaking
- Chicago to speak on Lean
- ACKventure with friends
- The City of Lights for a little inspiration
- The Lone Star State to see two little twinklers
This Cape Cod girl didn’t ride any trains, but knows all about tacking through the channel, floating off course, being surrounded by fog, sky exploding with thunder. For all the stormy weather I am grateful because it has made the clear skies, the gentle breeze, and the salt air all the more beautiful.
Thank you for sharing the year with me.