The three sisters looked forward to ice skating. It was their favorite element about winter in Michigan. In the spring, summer, and fall they enjoyed long walks throughout town and hikes in the nearby woods. Covered from head to toe for protection from the winter cold, their feminine clothing masked strong, muscular limbs.
The three were spinsters; they made a living tutoring young people in their town and writing poetry and articles for women's magazines in the United States. They lived with their aged parents in a vast old Victorian.
Today as they headed to the frozen pond they had no idea their lives would change forever. Today they would meet the Miller brothers---three bachelors who enjoyed ice skating and were visiting family in the area.
The picture above is an example of what I'm carrying around this week. My tissue box cover does not have such an interesting pattern as the one above does. Mine was created with crazy hippy yarn so it's a gillion different colors. My gran made it and I love it. I've had it since college so it's got lots of memories (and probably lots of cooties if I think about it.)
About once a year I get a major flu/cold. It always seems to hit around the new year. This January was no exception. (It didn't help that I have sick kids coming to school sneezing and coughing on me all day.) To top it all off, it's midterms week. I've got tests and papers to grade and grades to enter by Friday. Not the time to take sick leave. Sigh.
Instead I plod on into work, carrying my tissue box bravely. (I also discreetly cough and sneeze in the direction of those tweens who cursed me with this pox.) My head hurts, my throat burns, and my nose is redder than Rudolph's. NyQuil is my elixir. I want to die. I have to remind myself---this too shall pass. This too shall pass.
Every year I contemplate the new year and resolutions. Honestly though, I don't usually make them at the beginning of the year; I make them all year long. I do like thinking about the new year as a clean slate though. It's a chance to do things better and to learn from my mistakes. My mom gave me this quote today that explains how I feel.
"We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day." ----Edith Lovejoy Pierce
May each of us open our books this year and fill our pages with experiences which make us better, happier people.
Copyright 2011 Corrina Terry
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