Well, we have had a lovely relaxed time, taking it easy over the Christmas holiday. Since daughter #2 and DN left last Friday…
…we have eased into our leisure time, going to lunch at some of our off-the-beaten-track favorites, like the Fiddlehead Fern restaurant…
…taking afternoon naps, followed by a late afternoon glass of wine in front of the fire…
…and watching movies…
I also went to the funeral of my dear friend Ruby. Daughter #1 kindly drove me to St. Charles, Missouri across the river where we found her Episcopal Church next to the campus of Lindenwood University. It was packed, because, of course, she was a devoted and active member. The service, which she had specified down to the last detail and saved in her safe deposit box, was Rite I and Rite II (the communion) and included her favorite hymns. It was lovely and nearly two hours long. Her ashes were buried afterwards in the memorial garden of the church, but not in a niche–in the ground. We all threw some dirt on top of her ashes (half of which are going to Wyoming) which I had never done before. I found it to be very meaningful.
Ruby was born and raised in the Flint Hills of eastern Kansas and she loved the wide open sky there.
She would get choked up talking about it. Several of her hymns reflected that:
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
The unwearied sun from day to day
Does his Creator’s power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.
–Joseph Addison, hymn #409
Anyway, her funeral was a true reflection of Ruby, which is as it should be. May she rest in peace and rise in glory.
Meanwhile, I was back at work Monday to check on things and go through 150 emails…Today we get ready to celebrate the new year: 2020! Can you believe it? Twenty years into the 21st century!
Then it’s back to the salt mine for real on Thursday. Speaking of salt mines, this made me laugh.
Happy New Year! Make good choices!
*John Mason Neale (1851)