I went down to the dock this morning, about quarter to seven.  It was just me and the birds.  I brought a cup of coffee and my knitting, and spent two blissful hours watching the mist rise.

If that was all the holiday I got, it would be enough.

I’m thinking about lots of things.  My brother turns 50 in a week;my dad turns 70 this winter.  My ex-husband is turning 60 shortly.  I wonder if I’ll have anyone to celebrate with in a couple of years when I turn 50, or if I’ll still be just me, looking in.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m doing fine, I like being me, and observing it all.  I think that’s my role.


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