Darling Granspal Kitcheners...this is just a quick catch-up thanks to a gizmo that the neighbour has loaned me for this afternoon.
First of all...thank you dear Baggs for being kind enough to relay all my messages in my absence. She is a star.
We are far from back to normal. In fact, it's likely to be the 8th (one month after first reporting the fault to BT) before another engineer calls. I cannot put our frustration into words that can be printed on Gransnet. Such a nice place. Such refined members. Unlike me.
It has cheered me greatly to see that you are all keeping each other amused and well supported. I have approx 23 pages of news to read. I may print the pages and read them at my leisure.
Welcome to some new Kitcheners...LauraNorder brook2704 Jaxjacky BladeAnnie grandmattie Suzette Flora and many more newcomers who I may have missed as I scrolled through the mountain of messages.
It's been a very strange Christmas. Especially without the use of the internet. We've enjoyed family phone calls. The cat has spent time in her apartment and then buzzes off for several hours on end before returning and making up for missed meals big time.
We shall have a new great grandchild born into the family in July. It will be a brother or sister for Ted. Happy news indeed.
Son Matt wrote a lovely poem for the new year. I shall share it with you. After which, I shall log off and do my best to read through all the happenings in our kitchen since I was last here with you. Maybe, if we can hang on to our neighbour's gizmo a wee while longer, I shall be able to wander back into the kitchen to spend some quality time with you lovely lot.
I wish you ALL a healthy and happy 2021.
Year's End...by son Matt.
We meet tonight in the white wind,
to sink this year like a ship,
wrecked in gales of laughter.
Time is a flat circle they say,
but our coil's end never meets the circle's start
but spirals ever outwards:
a slipped orbit, or a toppled reel,
spilling new beginnings into hungry space.
Space that we shall fill, I promise now, with love
and journeys made on better ships with taller sails blown free by warmer winds.
One day soon, in some bright port of our own
we shall look back on this tight course,
this Mercury of years, and wonder -
how small the sphere we filled
and how broad and bold the world we built from it became.
and virtual hugs aplenty.