Recap of recent events: Happy Winter Solstice! Hippy happy bthudday baby! Snow, snow, snow! Winter Wonderland! Happy Christmas Eve day!

I think that’s quite enough in the salutation department, eh?

Wow.  We’ve been here, there and everywhere.  And most importantly, not at my computer.  Life has gotten in the way of electronic communication.  And to be honest, that’s just ok with me.  Realizing that the spiffy Mac Book is not the heart of the Universe is fine and dandy.  And makes for a more peaceful me.

But, as per usual, lots of things swirling in the brain case and must be let out.

I missed posting about some important events.  Namely the 9th birthday celebration of our Winter Solstice Baby.  The dear sweet angel I live with was born on the Winter Solstice in the year 2006, December 22nd, at 4:43 pm.  Since that time, we’ve tried to make the Winter Solstice and her birthday bigger than the other big day in the month of December.  (I don’t have a Jewish background, so I’m not referring to Hannukah, though that should be noted as well.  Neither do I have any familiarity with Kwanzaa.  So Christmas is the day.)  All of that being said, we have tried to celebrate the Winter Solstice and her birthday as big, important events.  This year, the Solstice fell on the 22nd again.  (It moves around from the 21st to the 23rd.  All of that Leap Year stuff, and extra seconds in days and such.  I leave that to the calendar makers and take it for granted they know what they’re talking about.)

We have a big bonfire in the backyard (in our stone fire ring, don’t worry) and give thanks for the year that is passing and proclaim our wishes for the year to come.  We, in essence, celebrate the Winter Solstice by honoring the earth and all of her blessings.  Then we tromp inside and open presents and eat cupcakes and celebrate the birthday.  All in all, a beautiful day.

There was a bit of angst on the little one’s part the night before the big day as she told me (at 3:00 a.m. no less, after crawling into bed with us) “I don’t want to grow up.”  And then proceeded to quote J. M. Barrie to me (author of Peter Pan).  I was tired (who’s not at 3 a.m.??) and wasn’t following her very well, but the gist was that she simply didn’t want to grow up.  And turning 9 years old was quickly on the path to growing up.  I must have been able, in my semi-lucid state, to offer some sage words of advice as she soon drifted off to sleep.  I, of course, was then wide awake.  Story of my life.  The blessings of age?  Ha.  Don’t worry, I didn’t tell her that.   I told her it’s all part of the cycle of life.  (Back to The Lion King.  Which we still talk about as possibly the BESTEST live show we’ve EVER seen.)  And each new day with her is better than the last.  And even though I miss my baby, and miss my toddler and miss my 6 year old, I wouldn’t trade one single day with the little girl of today. And I’m excited to see what’s coming.  My life has been so blessed with this child who inhabits my universe.  I don’t know how to communicate that with enough fantastical words.  She is an absolute joy and I cannot believe my good fortune that I should be able to be her mother, guardian, teacher and guide in this life.  Thank you Goddess for this blessing.

Did I mention the snow?  Holy crow the snow!!!  Last year at this time, we were watching White Christmas at least twice a day hoping for some miracles to happen here.  We had a bit at Christmas, but truly not enough for the munchikin and me.  But this year?????  It’s unbelievable!  We have as much snow on the ground now as we had all winter last year.  We are SO excited by the beauty all around.  The husband?  Not so much.  But he’s out in it every day and exposed to the elements, while we sit in our warm house and marvel at the beauty.  Or go skiing!

Speaking of warm houses………the heater is fixed!!!!!!!!  Woo hoo hoo hoo hoo!!!!  The main heater for the house has been out for awhile and it was getting a bit chilly!  Now, I like the prospect of not being so blasted hot all the time, but this was a bit much.  We have a small portable heater that was trying mightily to heat the Great Room as I call it (dining area, kitchen, living area, school room area), but was failing miserably.  But all is well as there is now heat!  Yay!!!

I think there was more, but I’ve got to get planning the Christmas dinner, we’ve got to track Santa on the NORAD website and there are still a few bows and tags to place.

Blessings be on you and yours this beautiful Holiday Season.

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This moose has been hanging around for a couple of months…remember the one investigating the satellite dish?  He traverses the hill outside our bedroom window regularly.  This was taken a few weeks ago.

The other pictures were taken yesterday during a winter squall that passed through.  Before I thought to snap some photos, it was so white we couldn’t even see our front yard!

 

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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