Since my living room once again looks like Christmas threw up all over it, I am still using Nan’s words,
and life goes on no matter how much laundry and how little groceries you have, I had to jump into the new year with both feet.
Growing up, I never was the bold just-jump-right-in kinda girl.
I was the, stick-your-toes-in and get used to it, then, wade up to your ankles, then your knees kinda girl. Sometimes, at that point, I would be so traumatized by the cold lake water, it’s melted snow in Montana, ya’ know, I would get back out,
then have to start the toe-dipping all over again.
When we went swimming in the Helena Municipal Pool, try saying that with half your baby teeth missing, I tried the high dive a few times.
I bravely climbed the tall ladder, that was the easy part, slowly walked to the edge of the diving board.
Just writing about this I am getting worried and dizzy.
Then, I would stand there, barely daring to look down, and try to muster enough bravery to jump.
Once, I tried to walk back. The lifeguard blew the whistle and hollered at me. Then, the other kids chimed in.
I had no choice, I HAD to jump.
It wasn’t horrible, and I didn’t die, so I went back up to jump a few more times. It never was FUN for me, but I got used to it.
Monday, I had no choice.
I had to jump, there’s no climbing back down the ladder of life. Christmas had to come down, school had to start. There was no time to dibble-dabble my toes in the shallow edges of responsibility before taking the plunge.
I waded right in, shuddering a bit at the difference in temperature.
But, like most, I enjoy school, I enjoy routine, and I enjoy how big my house feels when Christmas is back in the attic.
I’m renewed to clean, sort and organize the dismal winter months away.
My sewing machine is back up in the corner, we’re back to scrounging the house for sharp pencils (why didn’t I put some in the stockings!?!?!?!?) and we’re back to eating normal things for meals, instead of the Norwegian breakfasts of coffee and cOOkies. (you pronounce the oo’s long and accented)
I took the plunge into the new year and I get the feeling that by the time I come up for air, I’ll be gasping in summer air.