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madrobinsEmily does not like fireworks. We opened the garden door last night (my own personal New Years' ritual revolves around opening a door to let the old, stale year out, and welcome in the new) and the people in the garden next to ours were flying some illegal fireworks. Poor dog cowered in her chair, shuddering. Mama-like, I cuddled next to her and stroked her and murmured soothing things, while Avocado capered in the garden yelling "Yay! Illegal fireworks! Happy New Year!" When she came back in and the door was closed, Emily's shuddering ebbed to mere trembling, thence to occasional tics, and finally she went to sleep. I am everyone's Mama.
Last year we sold my father's house. Sarcasm Girl won a playwriting award. Avocado sold 1000 boxes of Girl Scout Cookies and started middle school. Everyone struggled in some ways, but we're still here, occasionally trembling at loud noises but finding the comfort to sleep when necessary.
Hope this is a year of great beginnings, joy, health, good work, good food, good friends, comfort and completed homework for all of you.
Last year we sold my father's house. Sarcasm Girl won a playwriting award. Avocado sold 1000 boxes of Girl Scout Cookies and started middle school. Everyone struggled in some ways, but we're still here, occasionally trembling at loud noises but finding the comfort to sleep when necessary.
Hope this is a year of great beginnings, joy, health, good work, good food, good friends, comfort and completed homework for all of you.