Herself: Thought I was better until coughing at work sent me home early totally wiped out. Spent several hours in bed with a book. Still not sleeping well….cough, cough…..all night long.
Reading: Two books I had hopes for now skimmed and back in general circulation.
Balance: Quiet beneath the covers.
The last few months, I’ve been busily pricing Christmas for the store. I’ve bagged balls, flagged stuffed critters, wood creations, sweaters, plates, dishes, endless mugs, bagged more balls, and taken it all as a matter of course. Then I went into a drug store, and I was knocked over by the aisles of holiday stuff.
They are ready very early for the Christmas rush, but I am not.
The Cancer Society installs their Christmas Boutique on the 5th of November. I have everything that came in priced and ready to go on display. I’ve even dealt with a panicked note from a woman who donated cherished family ornaments and can she please have them back. I’ve searched for them and not seen them, but I’ve called her today and told her a search for them will be on as we install the boutique. I understand the sadness of losing family things.
Worst of all, I’m even shopping on eBay for the old turquoise drops and balls from the fifties for our own holiday tree.
My thinking isn’t matching my deeds. Excuses don’t make it. I’m not a big decorator for the day. I don’t even have giant parties any more. The only thing I decorate is one small, four foot tall tree. Obviously I need to rethink my holiday thinking.
But oh, I so love decorating that tree.