Head on!

 That's how I'm taking 2025.

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Back in my nest.

We had a full week together including a New Year's Eve party. 

I had forgotten how uncomfortable I am in large gatherings. It's not a case of being an outsider, I just max out my tolerance for noise and ruckus early. I'm the one you see sitting on the porch in the dark. Or watching an old black & white movie in a spare bedroom. Or teaching the kids to play poker. 

We orbited each other a lot. Both of us in thrall of some sort of Christmas stuff, especially Ms. Nibbler. I kept calling her Devil.  So full of feist!

She climbed up on the bed a bit each bedtime and at daybreak. Today she spent long minutes pulling that scrunchie out of my hair. Then tucking herself in beside me to run her ratchety motor. 

She has some very puppy moments, chasing and fetching, and acting all bad like a Halloween cat when you leave the room or psssst at her for begging at (or climbing on) the dinner table. All in all, a charmer. And, Jude, mark for mark, she seems to be a carbon copy of Soul-o.

And this one, gliding the concrete hills and valleys so confidently. His teacher told him that falling and getting hurt is inevitable. I would never have imagined this was something that he'd gravitate to, but he seems to love it. Mothers like to dim the memory of the risky crap their grown kids were up to. No such pass for Nanas.