I remember a lot of different things from Christmas past. When I was a child, we always waited until Christmas Eve to put up the tree. Because anything earlier than that might interfere with Advent. And we always had our creche under the tree.
Even with the pandemic raging on, we still feel like we are living in the land of milk and honey. This Thanksgiving, I am grateful to have all of the boys home for the week and everyone healthy.
Many people have been hit hard during this pandemic. As I said in an earlier post, we feel we are in a yacht during this storm rather than a boat. But it was hard for our oldest to be back home with us after losing his job. Happily he got another job pretty quickly and we have moved him to Springfield MO. He is enjoying being back on his own.
We are not all in the same boat, but we are in the same storm. Some of us are in a yacht. Others are in a leaky rowboat, barely keeping afloat. Many are somewhere in between. The current issues of institutional racism and the pandemic affect each of us differently.
Since there is a lot of talk about basketball these days, today’s throwback is from our girl’s basketball team. I’m not sure of the date, but I’m guessing about 1978 since I am still wearing my coke-bottle glasses.