Traditions
Habits
Friends
Books
Month
Year
Tradition: for the past
three years I have spent every night in January happily ensconced in my own bed
– a miracle for those who know how much I enjoy travelling and how often I
indulge in that love.
Habits: they say that in
order for an action to become a habit one needs to perform it at least three
times. I seem to have made a new habit (and way more than three times so it may
stick): eating my breakfast at home on Sunday mornings. And sometimes I even do
so in my pyjamas and bathrobe! The breakfast-at-home on Wednesdays (coffee shop
is shut) are a half-habit as I have been known to both stay at home or go to
another coffee shop depending upon the days’ duties.
Friends: o.k. so I keep
saying that I don’t want to make new friends – and promptly break the rule.
Most recently met a delightful lady (waiting at the bus stop as I came out of
the restaurant and I figured – correctly as it turned out – that she was on her
way to the continuing care hospital, which was right on my way. I proposed
taking her and we just never stopped talking). Exchanged e-mails, met for
coffee and what a fascinating person I would have missed had I not, on a whim,
asked if she needed a ride. Always leave room for those impromptu events, you
never know where they may lead.
Books: for some reason, all
of my friends are reading the most fascinating books currently and I have a
backlog of 5 or 6. Good to know that I am not going to run out of reading
materials any time soon!
Months: On to February
having had nothing disastrous happen in January – it’s going to be a good year.
Year: we end the 14th,
or begin the 15th year since I lost my husband and the boys their
father. We have survived.
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