Wit and Wisdom
by Beth Broderick
The holiday season is in full swing, and—Dang!—
I always forget how busy it can get.
The wrapping party was a big success and the gifts have been delivered to the Good Shepherd Shelter. Glasses have been raised with pals in Austin and Los Angeles. The nieces got their presents and both managed quick visits. There will be a dinner tonight with the nephews. Then, a last-minute wrap-up of errands tomorrow, and it will be time to start packing for New Orleans, where I will see very dear old friends.
The airport will be nuts and the weather wild and wooly. I will remember, en route, the gazillion things that I forgot to do before I left.
That’s the holidays. Anyone crazy enough to fly somewhere will just have to take what they get. I am saying my prayers to the Travel Gods, but, we all know they can be a prickly bunch.
If my luck holds out and I make it to the legendary city on Friday, more glasses will be raised. My already very full heart will swell just a little more.
Then it will be time to face the prospect of a new year. An election year that promises to be as complicated and difficult and urgent as any we have ever seen. We have recovered from the pandemic and neatly avoided a recession. Inflation is abating, and job numbers look terrific, so there is a lot of very good news out there. There is also, of course, a lot of no good, rotten, very, very bad news.
It can all wait for just a little while longer, while we take some time to savor the season.
Thank you all for being loyal to this column and sharing this journey with me.
❄️ Happiest of Holidays to you. Blessings to your families, the ones you
hail from as well as the ones you have chosen. ❄️
On we go … ❄️
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Merry Christmas to you and have a safe and happy New Year! Enjoy all your family!
Liked your last comment about families we were born (or raised by) and those chosen. How rich my lije has been for years because I was reared in a relatively sane and only normally dysfunctional family... yet have met women in prison work with Truth be Told and ALANON AND even still practicing AAs who have shown me our kinship And who expanded my limited sense of responsibility and include some beloved life teachers. No telling where it when we meet a brither or sister (or even mother or child) among the disenfranchised when we stop avoiding their eyes..