On December 31, my son gave me a mop and said, “So you don’t forget your place”; the guests burst out laughing, but after midnight I made an announcement they bitterly regretted 😨😢
December 31. Outside the kitchen window, large snowflakes are falling slowly. They settle on the branches of the fir trees by the fence, on the roof of the bathhouse, and on the garden beds that I spent the whole summer putting in order, calmly and thoroughly. Winter erases the traces, and the world outside looks quiet and neat.
