Herself: Roaring pulse, the doc said. The graft is a success. Call in 6 months, come to see him in a year. Need to get control of the allergies. Gee, ya think so. Calling to see if the pool is open this morning. Reworking the house piece for the workshop on Wednesday. Email says the class hasn’t been moved yet, but the call to the pool tells me it is open and up to temp. At last.
Balance: Briefly I let someone else’s reaction bother me, but in the end everything started to come together.
Communication is the key to all of this for the holidays. I sent grandkid pictures to the Low family, and I sent something very similar to the Barcelona family….just switching the kids around a bit. No editorializing, just pictures.
More communications. I heard from the La Jolla family…….they are out of a job and going north for the holidays. Heard from Marie……we will pick her up on the afternoon of the 24th and probably take her back later. Heard from Lenora. I have to get back to her. All together, amazingly nice. Heard a very nice email from the Campo crew with suggested alternate dates. Good stuff communications.
If we do a light supper thing here on the 24th, they can all do their own Holiday stuff on any day of their choice, with anyone they want, plus their own Christmas on the 25th. Oh, logic.
My non functional mother really had the right of it on Christmas Eve. Perhaps she picked up the idea of scrambled eggs from her mother. Perhaps it was something to do with the times. Eleanor Roosevelt served scrambled eggs to heads of state, and mother served scrambled eggs for Christmas Eve suppers.
“I’ll be right down, dear,” she would say right after we all ate our scrambled eggs. Upstairs she would go to wrap her presents while all the rest of us would sit around the living room dressed in our best…….waiting. Grandmother in silk, Gimpa in a tie, and Gunny, my father, drunk in a corner.
At least we are all communicating and not drunk in corners. What more could one ask this holiday but progress and scrambled eggs.