Yesterday, as usual, we walked our daily circuit: down Granger Way past the llamas, where we look across Hale Passage at the white snow capped mountains which this time were splashed with orange by shafts of sun flaring through the clouds, up the hill to Legoe Bay Road, past our fire department that steadfastly guards us from all disasters, back around the other side of Granger Way where we look across the bay to Orcas Island and the sunset in the west. The days are getting longer. I know that rather than see it. The weather is strangely warm, but high winds have blown down a few trees. Jerry is just now sawing up a dead tree leaning on our fence from the next property’s woods.
The world is looking brighter in this new year. Jerry talked to his brother Bert — a short but friendly chat. Bert has difficulty talking on the phone. He gets breathless, has to pause, and then loses his train of thought. In talking to some of Bert’s friends we know that he is still having hallucinations of bugs and he sees flash-backs of vivid scenes from his past. What pills he takes is a mystery to the friend who is supposed to be taking care of him. But Jerry may be able to help now that Bert is not so hostile.
My son Ben, who is getting divorced, had his children here for a few days during the holidays. They are lovely children, and although they are clearly having a difficult time with the divorce, I believe that they will be well in the end with the loving attention he will not fail to give them. It was good for me to have some time with my grandchildren.
Ben is now in school, attending the local community college. He is taking English and psychology. And, best of all, he has a job! He will begin working this week at a good restaurant near our condo in Bellingham where he will be staying. He likes the people there, says all the waitresses look as if they came from a model agency, and he will make enough money to pay his expenses.
My new great-granddaughter, Alison, was born just before the end of the year and I have finished knitting a pretty little sweater for her.
Jerry recovered the lost pictures from my virus infected computer’s hard drive. He bought (on the internet for about $20) a device that you plug into the infected hard drive. It has a cord that goes to a USB port so you can operate a second hard drive through a working computer which has an intact operating system. Then he extracted the pictures. Thus, I now have the pictures I took in San Francisco and among them is a picture of Maria (Small Change) and me in the lobby of the Mark Hopkins hotel before we had lunch together. That was a highlight of the trip. Jerry took the picture, and for some reason he was not able to get it in focus, even after 3 or 4 tries. But I think, when you get to a certain age, out of focus photos of yourself are not all bad.
I am still hoping for New Zealand in February, but we are worried that Bert’s rather precarious condition might be a problem. But, for the most part, 2012 is beginning better than 2011 ended.