THE YEAR 2019 was a hard one for me in many respects. Nevertheless, I have learned from it. You may ask, like in what ways? Well, first off I had something happen that wounded me fairly deeply. For days I couldn’t stop crying about it. I missed a writer’s conference at the same time. There was flooding on the highways and I didn’t want to chance it, plus my spirits were down. This was the third time I’d had to opt out of a writing conference. I was bummed. That’s how the year started for me. A couple of major disappointments came in the writing venue this December. As always, you learn if you choose to.

That said, I had special opportunities amidst the other stuff.

January through September – Since Dad had moved to a retirement living facility at the end of 2018 and Mother had passed on in August of 2018, that opened it up for us to dig in and get something done. Lots and lots of hours went into working at the home where my parents had lived. I was over there more than I was at my own home. Slowly by slowly my siblings and I managed to go through everything and do what needed to be done.

I shared my mother’s fabric with some of my sewing friends who had known her. They were delighted, which, of course, delighted me. Mother’s paintings were distributed among the 15 grandkids and the four of us. Some were not quite finished. This was a fun time of oohing and ahhing.

April – I visited Daughter 1 and her family in Florida. They were in the process of fostering two little ones in addition to their own four. I got to enjoy Palm Sunday and Easter Sunday with them. It was a busy and beautiful two week adventure. I loved the bay, too. We ate fresh caught, fresh cooked blue crabs (thanks, kids).

 

 

 

 

 

 

August – Son 3 came out for a visit (thanks, Forrest). That was a delight!

After he left, my daughter’s family of now ten, came out to California for two weeks. During that time we visited a farmer’s orchard operations of almond, prunes, and walnuts. The children had an art lesson by their auntie, played games with another auntie, and later we all went to southern Cal for a day at Disneyland (thanks LaVonne and Shane, Krista and Glori).

After they left, San Diego was ours for a day. Son 2 and Daughter 2 and I went to the San Diego Mission, to the bay, walked the wharf, and later ate at a fish food restaurant. The day was lovely and perfect (thanks, Thomas).

September – My dad turned 90, so we had some fun celebrating. Went to the sprint car races at the Chico Speedway at Dad’s request. The announcer announced that a Ray Brumbaugh wanted to go to the races for his 90th birthday. Everyone cheered and clapped. Dad stood up and took a bow. The next night we got together at the Capay ranch house, where he and mom had lived for 20 years. We shared a meal and told stories about moments we’d had with Dad and how he had blessed us over the years.  This activity was definitely heartwarming.

October – Daughter 2 and I flew out to Bozeman Montana to meet Son 1 and Son 2. Then we headed east to Ekalaka Montana for a weekend of deer hunting with my sister and her husband. We didn’t meet with success but we did get lots of freezing weather and snow. It was quite the adventure (thanks, Dan and Marilyn, you are the best!).

I spent most of a week with Son 1. I reconnected with Chad and Diane Wilder. They are my son’s small group church leaders. On Halloween night he and I went to the small group meeting, driving on snow to get there. While Josh was in Helena for Reserves, I spent some time with Diane in Bozeman. We window shopped and had tea. Wonderful! A couple of days later I did a day of 4-wheeling on icy roads in the Bridger Mountains with my son. It was a great adventure for me (thanks Josh, Chad and Diane).

November – Another plane trip but this time to Nampa Idaho for my brother-in-law’s mother’s memorial service. Betty McKeeth had lived with Kirk and Juanita for several years. The graveside and memorial were full of beautiful tributes in honor of a life well-lived. Marilyn, my other sister, and I stayed with the family for three days before heading to our respective homes (thanks, Kirk and Juanita, so glad we could be with you).

Got a sewer line installed and hooked up to the City. I’d gotten a permit in April but delay after delay kept it from happening (The Camp Fire devastation’s needs were taking precedence locally). I ended up hiring a different company. Glad it’s done (thanks, Chico Septic).

December – Son 1 and a friend installed gutter guards in the gutters around the roof. He took the lead. I am so grateful for his being proactive about this (thanks, Josh and Franc).

Three of the kids were here for Christmas. That is always a good thing. I enjoyed playing host.

So, what did I learn in 2019?

• I am learning that I must let go of things I cannot change and how to actively let go by choosing to do so in my head, not with my feelings (if that makes sense).
• I am beginning to learn the concept of seeing difficult people as ‘someone to love’ instead of avoiding contact with them.
• I am learning it is okay to be my own person in my writing journey, that I need to let the real me surface like I used to do before I worked so hard at perfecting my craft. My writing voice had seemed to disappear and felt uncommonly stiff at times (thanks for helping me see this, Cec Murphey).
• I’m learning I can accept disappointment, discouragement, and failure without letting them conquer, own, or deplete my health and well-being.
• I am minimizing my frustrations with most of my care-giving tasks by relaxing and choosing to be cheerful instead.

And I am grateful for all my blessings.

Grateful to God for taking care of me. Grateful for you, my faithful followers. Grateful for the grace that gets me through each day. Grateful to be alive.

God’s best to you and yours as we usher in the next decade.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!