New Year Greetings

dear peeps,

hello! aloha!
shalom! salaam!
happy aught nine! fare thee well '08!

the night is clear and stars and planets are bright but the chill and the wind are a bit (a bit?) of a deterrent to gazing.

'08's last day ended with a magnificent sunset followed by a young moon and jupiter frolicking together for our enjoyment in the southwest. it was hard to walk on ice and stargaze at the same time but we managed!

having discussed with mr. s that the chinese new year and mlk day and the inauguration of our 44th usa pres would be as good a time for greetings as any here i sit at one of "my" times, the one that comes around a couple of hours after midnight. what can i say? that i am an owl? i was *trying* to settle down but in reviewing the day and preparing for the next one my mind perks up. what can i say? it was something that happened in utero?

this at one time was going to be an us sort of letter, us being 2 humans and five felines, or 155 years of combined mammal wisdom (and only 118 of them human!) but truth be told only ten fingers are on the keyboard. ten others carried this machine up from the basement. this is the south side of the dining room and the home office is supposed to be the south side of the living room but the rooms keep morphing into one another. still it is good to be in a cozy cottage. sure beats a tent and it seems appropriately modest for the cold season and the equally chilling economic forecast.

frida kahlo (a cat!) is massaging a pillow behind me so i am really missing out on something by not leaning back into her magic healing touch...

WE hope this finds you warm and well, all of you, coast to coast and here and there in the middle.

now i might as well get to the me part because there is so much me me me going on it's hard not to....

steve and luna will be part of the trip when WE go to minnesota but i'm the one who is having a catheter ablation for atrial fibrilation next monday which is like any minute now, the 5 of jan, arriving at saint mary's (which is part of mayo) at 5:30 a.m. the weather radio is enough to keep a person up at night. of course we will travel sunday the 4th, marcia's birthday, and her smile will guide our way......



if you want details on the general scenario i suggest

a-fib.com

which, you will find out when you get there, is by and for lay people attempting (like me!!) to understand what is happening when the heart starts marching to the beat of a different drummer. when one's own heart does that.

if you want to know what's up with me, i invite you to visit my blog

RR-HEART.blogspot.com

as best we can (and that part of the we will be mr s) we will try and organize it into sections such as

s's update
just the facts pls m'am
and the bla bla blog itself....

i guess i've been blogging most of my life, since before there was a blog. (you can ask my mother!) i suspect what a blog is is: a log of the bla bla bla that goes on inside of one's own mind. well why would anyone (else!) want to look in there? well, some of us do, and some of us don't, so you are invited, and the choice is yours.

i started the RR-Heart (**we think it's not case sensitive....) in a spiral notebook, one of my Preferred Things on which to write, and the bla bla bla part already in there will have to get typed up. could be worse. i've been enjoying the return to The Pen On Paper but my wrists are tired and it's time for this. Mr S won't e mail or call out much--just one to the folks, and if you know them by all means call esp. since i am worried about the anxiety of the mother. she will worry about me and i will worry about her worrying about me...it's a female thing...no it's a Jewish thing....wuddever...

hmmm i think to do all this ( and the laundry as well) (but not that tomorrow, 1-1-9!), and the cleaning out of the car, and the looking over of all the right papers from mayo, and looking round about the house for healing and spiritually uplifting books, it might be wise to forgo that party tomorrow. going to the hospital, and welcoming a new year, both call out as times to get one's affairs in order, as the phrase goes (and isn't it a wierd one, with its multiple meanings??), don't you think?



anyway, please send me nothing but healing thoughts and or prayers, as is appropriate to your belief system, and know that we thank you.

may you be warm and well, and i wish upon you at least one set of greengoddess eyes in which to gaze deeply. may all the animals who cross your path be friendly (and furry and flea free..) may your dreams grow and your hearts beat true.

we are sending this to a bunch of you with love from us all. in addition to being all over the place in geography you are all over the place in age. we THINK the oldest person we know (and not very very well) is 96. she swims every morning and walks every afternoon; what more example could we want? then again she was a coach or gym teacher and probably had a more magnificent physique than i ever did in our never-co-existing-in-time primes. hmm. the good thing is knowing people of all ages which i guess makes us somewhere in the middle which is.....middle age!

the middle can cut a wide swathe....

we think the only people we know who were born in the aughts are from this new century (and some of you we haven't actually met yet tho you have been out and about for half a year!)

anyway, however old you are and whatever calendar you live by, enjoy this new turn of the page. let us know what's up with you and turn to the blog (and other cyber places it will tell you about) to find out what's up with us, or at least some or one of us.......

more later. it really is probably bedtime for owls, as well as pussycats.

ciao, and meow, and love, and solidarity,

rebecca r.
on behalf of me, and me and steve, and
todos los gatos

top of page=luna on the fridge,our kitchen, not too long ago.....