It's raining. Light, drizzly rain, and lots of fog. We need moisture, but I was hoping for snow. It just does not feel like Christmas to me until everything is covered in a sparkling white blanket. Then about mid January, I'm ready for it all to be gone.
I filled up the bird feeders today. They weren't empty, but two minutes after I filled them we had a wood pecker on the suet cake, cardinals on the pillar feeder, and squirrels on the ground, cleaning up anything that dropped. All afternoon, flocks of birds came to snack. I'm not good at knowing their names, but I do recognize many of them. Today, we had birds I don't recall seeing before. Every time I went to the window, camera in hand, they scattered.
My niece, Mara, came to spend the afternoon, too. Walker brought us lunch, and Mara went through a box of clothes I had culled from my closet. Mara is a sweet girl, but I worry about her. She is twenty three, not working, not in school. Everyone needs a sense of purpose, right? I wonder what gets her going in the morning. She says she's looking for work. I hope she finds something soon. It will get harder, as she gets older, to explain that big white space in her resume. But what do you do? She's an adult, she's in charge of her choices. All I can do is offer support.
After that, we worked on some projects for our upcoming family reunion. We've got some fun stuff planned, and I am super excited for the time to come and the family to gather. I'm the event coordinator, cause, you know, I have all that free time to fill. Honestly, I don't mind the planning. I pretty much gave up trying to please everyone. I just tell them, here's what we're doing each day, join us if you like. There is just no way to get a large group to agree on everything.