My December stories continue and with the month flying by, the stories may make it into January. The title of this little book may also morph from December Stories into Winter Stories. There are still so many waiting to be told. Speaking of which, the guest room is now completely finished and we have experienced a FIRST. The three oldest grands spent this past night Friday night with us.
It started when Karolina said she wanted to stay at grandma's house. The two oldest boys, Seb and Teo, not to be outdone, said they wanted to come, too. So, no sooner do I say yes to one than the overnight reshaped itself into three. I must admit, I was excited. With the oldest at 11, there may not be many of these to look forward to.
We made grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner and bacon and waffles for breakfast. Later we all lunched at The Mason Jar and then, after a mainly happy time, I headed the kiddos back home. Yes, I say mainly because you never know with kids. There was drama but it sorted itself and and we are all looking forward to next time.
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Now I sit here at The Local Place enjoying my coffee and speculating on the view of a cloudy sky. Should I be anticipating rain in the afternoon? On my last visit, it was sunny and like all my poems, this just sort of wrote itself.
December voices
At The Local Place
Tables filled with women
Woman talk surrounds me.
Sunlight outside
Last night's storm has passed
But the storm within continues.
My life-long storm of loneliness
Finished now
Age has honed my yearnings
Today I write
Surrounded by the comfort of
Women's voices
At The Local Place
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