Santa and his mother. He drives the bus for our trips and she cooks the cakes for our morning teas. This was taken at out Christmas Party. Some went on the Christmas Bus Trip. I decided to stay home to rest. My story of my Christmas. Some might say boring. But I've enjoyed the time spent resting, and catching up on jobs forgotten when I had a virus, and broken toe. At least I have found the plants among the weeds. Argh. Humbug. Argh. Humbug. Christmas has been. And gone. All the hard work spend to celebrate one day. All my cheer had left before the day arrived. Joyful was washed away with exhaustion. The heat zapped away any remaining hope and little energy I had left. Sound like I'd been preparing to have a house full of family. No. This year I decided to chill out. Not slave over a hot stove. Not overeat. I turned down all invitation to be with family. And friends. The body told me to rest, and relax. To rejuvenate the s
Life takes many turns. Good. And bad. But if you are strong you'll survive.