Recently, someone from my Other Life ( in Buenos Aires), asked me about My Christmas.
How was it, what did I/we do, where did I go ... did the cats get a lot of presents ?
All the Fun Holiday stuff that Americans do for holidays ...
It was mildly embarrassing and very saddening for me to answer ..
I was alone for Christmas. I got presents for my cats. They liked them. I got no presents.
I had no visitors, well one that night and there was nothing Christmassy about it.
When my husband died, it was October. That Christmas is a hazy dream that I try not to remember.
But family drove from far away and not so far away and spent time with me and kept me from feeling like the only person left on the planet.
Well, here I am ... the only person on this planet. With cats.
So ... I got mail.
One piece of mail in the mailbox, right after Christmas.
The only Christmas card that I received this year.
It was from my bank. But the sweet thing about it was that every single person who works at that bank, signed it. I can't imagine they do this for every customer and even if they do, it was my only Christmas card and it was lovely. And I can never really tell them how much it meant to me.
Funny, the last place / person you expect to make your day brighter can do a perfect job doing such a small thing ..
Blogging may be sporadic or manic, can't tell yet but I am going to be busy doing Things that I will blog about later ... when things are more confirmed.