....I began packing.
We are leaving tomorrow, not so early, actually in the afternoon. So I began packing today, but I did not feel the urgency to finish. I packed a couple of pairs of socks (the handknitted ones in the carry-on), but didn't get a whole lot further than that.
I got a call this morning from the church office. An elderly man from the church had called because his wife was in the hospital. So I went over for a little while. Her son and daughter in law relayed this conversation: Hospital worker: how long have you been married?
Wife: 66 years.
Hospital worker: What do you love about I.? (her husband)
Wife: I love.... I love.... I just love I..
I went over to the church, to tie up some loose ends. I hope I tied them up good! Called new parents, made a couple calls about a memorial service when I get back, sent out an email and a letter.
When I got home, I found out that Scout had eaten almost a whole tin of cookies. Unfortunately, some of them were raisin cookies. So she and I were at the vet for awhile this afternoon. They think she's going to be okay, but they can't be sure.
My throat still hurts. Sometimes I don't want to talk. so tonight I'm taking the cure suggested by a bartender, sipping a little blackberry brandy. I'll let you know how it goes.
I think I'll pack a couple more odds and ends, maybe a book.
On the third day of Christmas it doesn't even seem like Christmas any more. What happened? All of a sudden it is just December again, cold, with big snow drifts (I shoveled), a possibly sick dog, and a little blackberry brandy, a suitcase. How can I remind myself that even though it's an ordinary December day, in God's time, it isn't?
Right now the possibly sick dog is on her back, with her paws in the air, playing the "shake my paw" game and wagging her tail. Maybe she will be okay.
It's the third day of Christmas, and God is among us.