Greeting another year that ends with 9 brings to my mind the other years I've lived that ended with 9.
1949: I was 9 yrs old. My mom gave me a bible that year. The only gift I remember that she ever gave me.
1959: The year I gave birth to my son, Eric.
1969: Working all the time to raise my 4 kids. Not taking time to cherish and appreciate them the way I so wish I had. Hard years then.
1979: Finished my home in the Christmas Mountains.
1989: Years where I worked in the city and had a caretaker looking after the house.
1999: Fourth year of working on creating the oasis habitat with my wonderful late husband, Sherwood.
2009: First year of helping Kelly with hummingbird banding, which consumed the next 8 yrs.
2019: New year not off to a good start. The well pump isn't working. A big expense ahead. I checked and the pump is five years old. Should last longer than that since I seldom use it. I'm considering just abandoning it and using rain water at the house. Weather is cold. Came to town and staying indoors.
Tuesday, January 1, 2019
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