We spent Christmas at home this year.
It was quiet, and it was peaceful.
And it was, for me, a time of reflection.
As we have gotten older, our Christmases have changed. And this year brought more change.
The last few months of 2022 saw some family health issues for Donald's family, in addition to his folks moving from their home to a smaller place.
After a few trips to and from Alabama, he arrived back home a few days before Christmas to a wife with bronchitis.
Boo.
Better now, but still coughing.
But better.
And getting better every day.
Well enough to start doing some serious planning for our next trip.
Yay!
Horizon (to Tristan Tzara) by Philippe Soupault
The whole town has come into my room
the trees have disappeared
and evening clings to my fingers
The houses are turning into ocean liners
the sound of the sea has just reached me up here
In two days we’ll arrive in the Congo
I’ve passed the Equator and the Tropic of Capricorn
I know there are innumerable hills
Notre-Dame hides the Gaurisankar and the northern lights
night falls drop by drop
I await the hours
Give me that lemonade and the last cigarette
I’m going back to Paris
(translated by Rosmarie Waldrop)
Yes. We're going back to Paris. But not just Paris.
This trip is going to include visits to Honfleur, and Rouen, and Christmas markets along the Seine.
A trip I've dreamed of.
