Three more days to go. I've still not written my Christmas cards and haven't a clue about New Year's resolutions. I'm at home alone, bliss. Mother and Bud are out looking at speakers, CD players etc for her. My 'free time' between family Xmas and family NY is slip-sliding away, gradually being swallowed up by family things and family visits. Assert yourself jj before it's too late.
But what do I want to DO? I want to go out walking on a Lakeland hilltop. But the weather's so grey, miserable and all pervading gloomy (it's just gone 4pm and it's already dark here) that it's not conducive to outdoor pursuits - even if the ice is melting.
OK, I want some time to myself. Heh, that's what I've got right now. Should I design my New Year greetings and write one of those round-robin letters to all the faithful friends who've sent me cards and will be wondering if I've dropped off the planet? No, I can do that when the others are back.
One precious hour alone. It's a rarity nowadays. Used to be the norm - acres and acres of time to myself. I have one hour. What shall do? Play the piano? Done that. Ring a friend? No, first I'm going to sit, just sit, go deep into the quietness - and see what emerges.
Speak to you later.
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