frazzled & frumpy

Please excuse my recent absence. Things get in the way. Life happens. We're living in some serious murk here in Utah, so I thought I'd repost something I wrote a couple years ago. Happy Wednesday! December in our Den I lumbered into December heavily this year. A big, fat momma bear, burdened with the care and keeping of her cubs. We moved slowly through the month, reveling in the light displays, the scents and sounds of the season. Talk of gifts and all the excitement kept the cubs rolling and wrestling with anticipation and each other. Then, one day, I looked out to find our world wrapped in grey.  The mountains had mysteriously disappeared along with my cheer. I tried and tried to keep the inversion at bay.  This miserable lead stripe that colors our horizon and buries us in depressing fog.  The pollutant threatened to squeeze its way into our home. Discouragement is as thick and gunky as they come, though it has the peculiar ability to slide into sma...

It's December.  I always love tearing off the last month's calendar page.  I like the way a new month looks--all clean and open.  A new beginning every 30 days or so. This month is one of my favorites.  It's filled with the possibilities of good days. It's a good day to... ...celebrate my oldest's birthday.  While I like to think of him like this- he's actually turning 20. Of course, that means I was a child bride and had him when I was ten. ...play Christmas music and pray for snow.  I know you can have Christmas without the white stuff, but I have a hard time getting in the mood when my grass is green. I don't know how you warmer weather folks do it.  There's just something about the blanket of shiny snow that makes it feel like the holidays.  Plus, it makes my really ugly lawn look like everyone else's. ...be prepared. But, I'm not. I live in a house full of scouts who follow that motto. Me? I'm belong to the PSA- the Pro...