Reflections

I spent the afternoon about the depressing business of packing my mother's things: deciding what she might like to keep and have room for in her newly acquired small quarters in my brother's home, and what she might like to keep but have no room for and so need to store, and what she might have agreed to throw or give away were she here and able to decide... 

Then I came home, had a much needed glass of wine and started fixing dinner.  As I cooked and pondered my as-of-yet-untaken blip, and this reflection in the open dining room door caught my eye. 

Approaching New Year...good time for reflection.