We spent a lovely Christmas at Las Lajas. I don’t think I could ever get tired of that place. It is heavenly. Throughout our visit, I practiced my chosen assignment for my Soul Matters group: reapeating to myself, “I will never have this experience again.” I know it is very likely that I will, indeed, be there again, but I realize that it will never be the same.
For example, perhaps next time we will have hot water. I say that in jest because it was an issue while we were there. I honestly didn’t care. My thought was that Dan had somehow tampered with the heat settings. It was tepid; and some in our group did care. It was a surprise to us all that one now has to press a button to start the hot water heater. They just installed this system a year ago, and there has definitely been a “failure to communicate.”
In any event, the visit was, as always, magical.
Last night we watched (Netflix) a stand-up comedian by the name of Nate Bargatze. I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. Betty said that this was his third Netflix presentation. I will definitely watch the other two. I found that he is going to be in Chicago on October 24, 2025. I think it might be fun, and then I think again. If I could just blink my eyes….
It’s always nice to be home. I was happy to have enough time to fit in a bit of calligraphy. My course is winding down. I will be applying for graduation in January. There is a quiz and then a Certificate of Merit, which I must pen myself and submit to David Grimes. It has to be penned in sumi ink, which has been a challenge for me because it is so heavy, and it is hard to produce fine hairlines, but it’s getting better. I’m going to have to find the special paper I need, which is Arches. I’m hoping to find it in town. If not, I will have to order it on Amazon, wait about two weeks and pay $10 more than the price of the paper. Oh well, I guess you would call those first-world problems.
I was also happy to come home to my kombucha which has aged to perfection. I think I must write an ode to kombucha. But first I would have to figure out how to write an ode. This batch is a bit more tangy than my past brews, but it is still satisfying, and it does not disturb my sleep the way wine sometimes can.
So, when I say “back to work,” I mean that I have to start collecting tax info for Dan, and I am also preparing for our upcoming church auction. Those will both begin tomorrow…I think. A therapist once asked me, “Have you always been so rigid?” So, I’m working on that, and her words give me a very comfortable excuse to…give it one more day.
I received an email from Austin Macauley with their artist’s suggestion for the cover. I made a few comments and sent it back. I’ll post it when it’s finalized.
I finished my Yellowstone binge. Now I’m trying to access 1833. The series moved from Netflix to Paramount, so I’m trying to get that working. It’s only 7:30 pm, so I have plenty of time.