2010 has been a year of highs and lows, as it has been for most everybody. My mother died in March, I went to Wales in June, LMU in June, Florida in July, Hindman in August, Nashville in October, I went to a Christmas party in Berea, I read books, I wrote stuff, I was euphoric, I was in the depths of despair. I survived. I guess that is good. I didn't always want to survive. Yet, I knew I had to. It was not my choice to make.
2010 may have been the year of Wales for me. I learned so many things, saw my dead relatives, spent good times with my alive cousins, and met MIke Davies, the best of all guides. He was a wealth of information. He drove us over mountains overlooking valleys that were breathtaking. The Wye Valley left me in tears by the side of the road. I sat on rocks that were familiar to me, I put my hand on ancient rocks, I saw tombs containing my ancestors. My blood ran Welsh.
I read, not as many books as I have read in a year's time, but I read great books, ones I loved. I'm going to read more, much more, in 2011. I'm going to submit my Clem & Trixie book, the Kristin poems and some other poems. I need to organize and find pages of writing that i have lost somewhere in this house.
I might knit. Well, I want to knit. I might. But probably won't. I want to, though.
I would like to lose 50 pounds without much effort on my part.
I want my granddaughters to be happy. And my children, too.
I want Hubby to be healthier.
I intend to see more movies at the theatre.
I should do things to help people, but probably won't do that much either. But, I'll think about it.
I feel sure I will shoot more pictures.
I want to go to Times Square for New Year's Eve.
This is the sunset on 1.1.11
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