Peace on earth. Okay, that’s a given. The end to world hunger. A deeper understanding and tolerance of other cultural and religious traditions. I won’t go on because the goodwill messages are everywhere. We all have our personal wish lists. I love the way people reach out to each other this time of year. It’s not a bad start simply to wish that we would treat each other this kindly, this fairly all year.
Nemo came to live with us two summers ago. We had always had dogs, but after finally losing two old friends, we decided to take a break. As much as we missed Kiwi and Dingo, there was something nice about just locking the door and walking away when we wanted to visit children or travel. There was always time to get another dog, when our lives were less hectic and the sadness had healed. We were thinking years, maybe a decade.
Then we got the call. We’d gotten one like it before. Kiwi came to us via our oldest son, who found her, a little chihuahua mix running back and forth on the Interstate in a terrible thunderstorm. When he stopped to see what was going on, she jumped in his car. She was ours for fifteen years.
Okay. I’ll start with a confession. Contests are a source of endless frustration for many authors. I hear the complaints, and I understand. One of my own just ended. My readers and website visitors had the opportunity to win a Sister’s Choice quilt that I purchased from Quilt Pink, a collaborative effort by American Patchwork and Quilting magazine and more than 500 quilt shops, to raise money to support breast cancer research.
It’s the beginning of December, and right along with Bing Crosby’s rendition of White Christmas, the hassles have begun. Yesterday, I spent four full hours on the computer and telephone trying to make two simple airline reservations.
First there were full flights and the necessity of booking my return with a layover of two hours, even though my husband’s earlier flight home was non-stop and $100 cheaper. Oh well. This surely makes sense to somebody somewhere.