Sunday Silence

It is Sunday morning and I am sitting here, on the computer, looking for something to do.  I have made the bed, taken my shower, unloaded the dishwasher, read the paper, prepared some leftovers from last night for the freezer, fed the dogs and let them out, and in, and out and in again.  They are now sleeping off the rest of the morning.  It is just me, sitting here in the silence of Sunday morning.

It doesn’t seem possible, with all the hype since Thanksgiving that Christmas is now four days in the past.  All the festive music has given way to more normal broadcasting.  I’ve even seen a couple of Christmas trees already kicked to the curb.  I for one will not start putting my decorations away until after New Year.  Partly because they always come out a lot easier then the go back in, but mostly because I enjoy them. I find, now that it is officially over, I am not ready to erase the ambiance that is created by burning candles and the homey feeling of greenery.  I want to look at the trapping of the season just a little longer.

This has been a long year, fraught with all the normal issues life throws at you, some sadness, and a lot of joy.  It has been a time when friends have proven that there is a deeper meaning to the word then checking a box on social media.  It has been a time that has strengthened family ties and relationships.  A time of discovery if you would. I have been enriched by the outpouring of support I have received due to a loss.  The purity of giving for no other reason than to exhibit the love that so often goes unspoken. 

Even as I look forward to a new year, a new start, I cannot leave the old year without a nod to how time has treated me.  For all it’s faults, it has been a good year.  I have not been given more then I can handle.  So, in the few waning hours remaining, I will sit here and reflect on what I will call a memorable year. Not one I would wish to live again, but one which, when the decorations are taken down and packed away, I will also pack away and store in my memories.  

Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.

Corrie ten Boom

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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4 Responses to Sunday Silence

  1. quiall says:

    What a lovely post! Your sentiments are perfect for the end of the season. I am looking forward to what is coming.

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  2. 🙂 It’s going to be 2020 and, as we all know, that’s perfect vision. So let’s hope we can all see more clearly and repair the damage that we have allowed to happen. Each moment, we begin anew. Lovely post.

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