Two years ago, we drove north to have Christmas Breakfast with Margot and Zoe. Last year we didn’t go because George was very sick with a cold. This year, we were already to go, and Margot comes down with a vicious cold. I feel awful about it.
George is scheduled for exploratory things on the 5th, and if he caught a cold we would have to reschedule. Not an OK thought. I don’t do well with colds either. Christmas eve day, we packed up the presents and drove them north which left us dangling on Christmas day. So odd not to have family contact of any sort of this Christmas.
In the morning, Margot phoned to say the presents were a hit. We headed off to a movie. Yes, himself got tickets to the new Star Wars, and we were first in line. Best of all, we got our favorite seats. Yes, it was tons of fun. No spoilers. Dinner. Same restaurant as Thanksgiving, we just switched meals. Again, there was too much food for me to eat, but we got in without a reservation.
I don’t do food holidays at all well. I have IBS, and most of my childhood was spent being miserable at the dinner table. I’ve discovered that if I do just a little of foods I’m not sensitive to and bring the rest home, I miss the agony completely. For G, eating this way meets his doctor’s recommended many small meals a day.
Tonight we are going out to dinner again….the Brigantine, at the bar, eating taco’s with old friends. One taco with a diet coke. Life gets lighter this way. I think of you all often and so hope you all had a lighter and a beautiful holiday...with wishes of peace from the two of us.