|Greg and Dixie at South Beach|
Austin in Smith River in Kayak he bought
Emerson at Fort Dick Stables
I can hostly look back at 2005 with a smile and say that one more year has given us the gift of health and family. I'd love to say we were also rolling in dough from wining a $300,000,000 lottery - but - oops that was some dude up the road in Medford. Oh Well, I'd rather have Greg and Austin and Emerson and a truckload of debt than his riches without them. Most days anyway.
Some of you I have heard from this year, Thank you. I know it's hard to find the time to call ir write or visit. The rest, I hope are well and reasonably happy? There are several good days each December when every day's mail brings the news of some friend or relative, but the rest of the year flies by so quickly that the best efforts I make toward staying in touch seems to be a smile and a fleeting thought - "It's ________'s birthday." or, "remember when we did ________ with ________?" Now we keep an old oatmeal box and through the year we all drop in slips of paper listing the things we're thankful for, to read together on Thanksgiving. Often those slips are about the people we send Christmas cards to. In this crazy world where it is so easy to make connections, but so difficult to keep them, we especially value those of you with shared memories and family ties.
|Battery point light|
Anyway, a summary of our lives right now would find me still reading too much, writing some but still not selling anything, taking a writer's conference in September, having my Mom and Lance out to visit this summer, taking care of the parrots, greyhounds, cats and fish as well as providing "Mom's Taxi Service" for Austin, Emerson and friends. I still substitute teach and love it but it really doesn't pay enough.
Greg still teaches music and is in the middle of the fourth year directing the Crescent City Youth Choir that he Co-Founded. He's thinking seriously about trying out for the local theater's "Fiddler on the Roof" this spring but he still has trouble with vocal chord nodes and that makes his voice cut out. I know he very much misses the creative energy of performing.
Austin has moved into Junior High at redwood, but since it's a K-8 school his class is fairly small. His English teacher is highly demanding and would probably give this letter a D, but he gets a lot from her class and really likes all of his other teachers. He was on the school football team, flag football, and really did well. He also started Refereeing Youth Soccer as well as playing. He made enough money to buy himself a Kayak.
|supposed to be Pt. St. George light|
|Some of the Goode Cousins|
at Wendy and John's in Laramie WY
Dixie, Greg, Austin and Emerson
|Austin at Grandma Mimi's house|
|Crescent City Youth Choir|
Greg directing, Emerson far right