November 25, 2022
Having an empty house after the holidays is not unlike recovering from a bad case of vertigo. The gratitude, at least, that washes over me once the room stops spinning is the same gratitude I feel when I can put my feet up and drink a cup of coffee without the fear of wearing it.
I love our grandchildren (all 2,800 of them), and I would throw myself in front of a moving train if I thought it would spare them a moment’s sadness - but lord have mercy I also love my peace and quiet. I love the sedate orderliness and the mundane predictability of my life. I love the gentle ticking of the wall clock and the peaceful snoring of the dogs – and did I mention the peace and quiet?