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Feeling melancholy as i make cookies from my mom's recipe card; seeing her handwriting makes me miss her (she died of pancreatic cancer in 2002) and i have found christmas a mix of sad and happy ever since. This year especially; my son J. has covid and is in WY, my daughter k. will come home for xmas and my other son d. will come for part of xmas eve and the day. We are planning to surprise my dad and his wife by xmas caroling on their lawn, despite a wet and windy forecast, we shall prevail. That's what's kept me going this week, seeing my dad's reaction to all of us being outside his house. It's something. Otherwise we are selling our house and just bought one in southern Rhode Island so been incredibly busy staging and packing this house, now a lull where i find myself mourning this house and town. So many goodbyes and big changes coming, all compounded by the unnaturalness of covid taking away one last christmas dinner, one last gathering of neighbors, one last time to host all the people here we've known the past 18 years. I'm not afraid of change, i am excited to move, but i need to find time to really honor the loss that moving will bring.
December 27, 2020