2017: Page 360

Page 360 began sometime in the middle of the night or early morning hours as I woke up to the sounds of Susan having a seizure.  After sitting with her and making sure she came through it and could go back to sleep, I also went back to sleep and managed to sleep in longer than I have for quite some time.  Once I woke up I took care of some of my usual morning postings and then began to get things ready for the Lemler family Christmas gathering.  

Once the truck was packed, we made a quick stop at Meijer to pick up the remaining supplies I needed to make home-made ice cream.  Home-made ice cream has been a Lemler Christmas tradition for a lot of years now and I suspect there would be some rather disappointed family members if the ice cream freezer didn’t show up.  🙂  After we ate lunch, it was time to bring out the ice cream maker and this year we went back to the hand crank.  The last few years the electric motor didn’t seem to turn both the bucket and dasher correctly and we ended up finishing it by hand, so this year I decided to skip the electric motor completely.  It was fun as a new generation joined in on the cranking process and was able to enjoy the result of their work.

After the Christmas gathering we made a trip through Potato Creek State Park to wrap up the day and see what we could find to photograph.  The geese had gathered on the remaining open water of the lake and a number of swans were setting on the ice.  There were a lot of songbirds keeping active in the tall grass and weeds along the roadway as it protected them from the harsh wind.  The eagles and heron were staying out of sight, but we did see a hawk or two as we were ready to leave the park.  The thing that drew most of our photographic effort was the setting sun that began to light up the sky as we drove through the park.  Today’s photo was taken across one of the meadows as the sun’s ball of fire set beyond the treeline.

As I reflect on the day, here are some thoughts/lessons that stand out to me:

  • Our lives are not lived alone.
  • The sufferings of the ones we love become our sufferings . . . and their joys become our joys.
  • How we suffer alongside the suffering says more about us than it does about them.
  • My wrist-worn activity tracker says that my sleep is not nearly as deep after it is interrupted as before, but it still feels good to sleep in after the disruption.
  • It seems most people have a love/hate relationship with tradition — they love the traditions that they like and hate the ones that they don’t like . . . kind of sounds like a personal problem rather than a tradition problem.
  • Traditions done right can give existing and new generations something to look forward to and value together.
  • Having a hand in making something can help us enjoy it even more than if we weren’t involved.
  • The things we pass on to the generations following us have the power to connect people of all ages.
  • It is nearly impossible to go wrong if ice cream is a part of a tradition.
  • Even when the bitter cold drives much of the wildlife out of sight, there is incredible beauty all around us to be seen and photographed.

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2 thoughts on “2017: Page 360

  1. It was a cold day to be out and about! My fitbit says that my deep sleep occurs in the first half of my night. Although last night I only woke up a total of 22 minutes! Usually it is over an hour of awake time…. I did sleep like a log!

    • It’s all about layers . . . but, yes, it was a very cold day to be out. 🙂 But the scenes seem to beg to be photographed, so we happily oblige. 🙂

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