December 15, 2025
The days are now unquestionably very short.  I took my nap and woke up knowing light was almost gone and it was too late to head for the river.  So I went to the graveyard and shot some pics and then ran a few errands.  


Lovely evening, but still cold.  I guess that's ok, it's December for God's sake.  But it is true that as we age we are less fluid, flexible.  I gotta get better clothing for the weather.   My metabolism has changed and it doesn't keep me as warm as it used to.


I got so much fun energy and positive updates this weekend that I went to the pool smiling.  People were asking me why I was happy and I realized it was because my weekend was such a wonderful balance.  I got family, I got music, lone time, work time, photo time and decent sleep.  It really was a very good few days and now I think I can complete several tasks this week before Christmas.  Yes, I feel positive.



I would love to go back to school and continue to study the development of language.  Does early childhood trauma affect language development?  Or how does childhood trauma impact learning in general and language development specifically?  This is a continuation of my masters degree, really.   When I set out to complete the doctorate I was ensconced in Adult Literacy and had drifted away from early childhood.  It would be fun to go back and look at the impact and maybe make some hypothesis about adult learners.  I love school and I love research. Oh well, another life time.  I can read up on stuff.   I suppose the personal connection is how adoption effects a child's learning.

I think I still have 3 weeks before my new windows arrive.   I hope they get here in time to be of some help this winter.  

At the symphony the other day I was clearly the age of the grandmothers in the audience.  Having Eliza on my lap felt so normal.  Haven't I always had a kid on my lap?  Her father sat on my lap during his parent's wedding.  I don't feel any different in the moment.  I do if I stop and think and I am so incredibly aware that that was almost 50 years ago.  Ember is 46 years old.  That means his parents were married in 1980.  I was just beginning my graduate work with Dalton.  So many people were married that summer.  Anyway, when I look carefully I know I am grandmother's age, but when I'm just Lindy I'm still 16.   

Meet Willow.  I've probably introduced her before.  She is the old lady of Diane and EJ's house. And I love this picture and her colors.  



 

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