PLAYING WITH THE HOLIDAY

Keeping the living room simple this year was hard for me.  I am not one to fill my windows with moving Santa’s, nor am I fond of Christmas décor everywhere.   But, until recently, I have loved to hang our large collection of ornaments on the tree.  I confess that it crept far beyond the greenery too.

This year, I was tired.  There is a lack of motivation in me that has spilled over to the holiday.  I’m frankly ashamed to admit it.  At last I understand my mother who had this same lack of energy every Christmas.  I do wrap presents early.  Mother didn’t.  Martini in hand, she could found upstairs wrapping packages the very last minute before the unwrapping.

Dear G put all the empty ornament boxes up in the attic while I was at work today.  I do seem to be missing a couple of presents.  My thought is that they levitated in with the ornament boxes and won’t be seen again until I climb a ladder.

I did simplify the tree.  Only blue and turquoise balls and tear drops with a handful of clear snowflakes.  The rest of the room remains a delightful chaos while Bobbies quilt fills the other half with its crows and purpleness.

           

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• Himself:  Working hard till 3, then PT.  Cats are doing good.
• Myself:  Shelving seemingly hundreds of disparate boxes of books.
• Reading:  ”Stilletto” which is the second Volume in the Rook series.
• Gratitude’s:  George, the car…which is 12 now, dinner out, wonderful books, sunshine too.