Picnics
are fun. Running around, gathering wild lemons, digging, collecting stones, and
me – eating all the time. But as it happens, when we have a good time, we tend
to make a mess. In fact, I believe it is not possible to be organized and have
fun at the same time. Just incomprehensible. So inevitably, at the end, when it
is time to leave, we have to clean up. Everything goes back to its place, toys
back, garbage in the bin, mats folded & hats back on heads. Everything is
organized just to be scattered again.
It’s the same (kind of) with end of the year. Come December
and somehow I feel compelled to sort and wrap up everything. Just to be taken
out and scattered in the coming year. And had fun with. You know, having fun
requires one to make a mess.
Family is
here. And it feels every bit like I supposed it would. Noisy bliss I call it.
And it’s the best kind of bliss.
Touchwood.
