Sylvia's Journal

It has been a month since we returned from New Orleans. I have only thought about my journal, not written. I was reminded of that by a friend this morning. I now will leap over an entire month, skimming the peaks of great experiences, missing the valleys.

Christmas came and went, and once again I vowed to be out of the country or at least out of Massachusetts for the entire month of December in 2018. I have set my eyes on South East Asia. I am going to put aside some money every month so that we can enjoy our month outside the US, ideally in a place that is warmer. It is hard to escape Christmas around the world; even in Afghanistan Santa was omnipresent, but as our New Orleans experience showed us, not being ‘at home’ makes Christmas palatable.

January has come in with a vengeance, the coldest weather I can remember. We were lucky that none of the storms knocked out our electricity and so we stayed warm and comfortable. We did go skiing one weekend, at our favorite NH cross-country ski area in Jackson, staying at the lovely Thorn Hill Inn, one of those selfish Christmas presents we give to each other. It was bitter cold but we have all the right clothes now.

It was the first time in one or two years we tried skiing again and I was a little worried about the problematic left ankle and Axel about circulation. I can no longer do the skate skiing that reminded me of the ice skating in Holland of many decades ago. And so I had to change skies. I tried out some demos and am now set up with a pair that puts Axel and me on roughly the same rhythm and speed. We skied a little on day one, to get used to the exercise, and then more the second day. It was wonderful to be out in nature for so many hours and be active. We vowed we will do more of it in February and have secured a place to stay with friends, further west in New Hampshire.

Sita gave me an introduction to glassworks for Christmas. yesterday was my class. I learned how to make beads and now have a better understanding how some of my African beads are made. I did not see the final products, don’t even remember how many I made, because the completed beads went straight into the kiln for drying, even before the colors emerged from the cooling glass. It was a lot of fun. I decided I want to go back an take another class and learn how to make marbles.

And now we are keeping our fingers crossed that the flu virus, which wrestled Sita and her family down, did not come visit us with them this weekend.  Saffi threw up several times during the night and so is not out of the woods while her mom and dad are still recovering. We don’t want to be the ones that take the virus across the Atlantic when we leave for a week of Holland on Wednesday. So far we have weathered the onslaught – hopefully the flu shots gave us at least some protection.