It's almost Christmas. Time passes so quickly now, that it seems a blur. Things from the past are now indelibly printed in my mind, but the things I want and need to remember that are more recent, are like watercolors in the rain. Blurry and running fast. It's becoming more clear to me now why the elderly recall their passed loved ones so clearly at the end. Recent events have come so thick and fast that there's no time to deeply emboss them into your quilt of memories like you would want.

My baby girl (almost 15) is in high school, doing pretty good, too. She's gone to two (count 'em, 2!) dances already, and the Winter Dance, with the theme "Nightmare before Christmas", is where she met a new boy. He calls her all the time, and he seems real sweet, so we'll see how this newest puppy love plays out. :)