Thanks for your lovely comments on the Christmas poem (our 33rd!). I struggled this year, which has frankly been true for a number of years. But the good news is that it’s Dr. M’s turn next year. Woo hoo!
Sunday, December 22nd
Feeling just a smidge overwhelmed. Yikes!
Monday, December 23rd
I was repping my Carolina Hurricanes at work today! At least I got to leave early to go get my 2nd (and last) iron infusion.
Tuesday, December 24th
What I threatened to wear to our family Christmas Eve Brunch at Cracker Barrel, and what I actually wore. I posted the jammies on the interwebs and all God’s people said, “DO IT.” But it turns out that Chilly Willy was too chilly so I wore a more traditional outfit.
I was dismayed to find out that I am (as I long suspected) an eg-no-ra-moose.
I didn’t get any other photos of family, but here are my brother & Dr. M wearing the shades Dr. M got him, and me with my favorite gift of the year (next to the one my friend Jenny gave me - a little pouch that says “I crochet so I don’t choke people - save a life, send yarn.”).
Wednesday, December 25th
As usual we spent Christmas lunch with Dr. M’s dad. It was a lovely time - and two of his friends stopped by while we were there.
Thursday, December 26th
Boxing Day!
Ellen Abbott had sent me some snowflakes that her sister Pam crocheted. I was internet friends with Pam too so I was very appreciative. I used three of them as gifts for my friends, and made a garland with the rest. I enjoyed crocheting the little baubles - maybe I have my crojo back!
Friday, December 27th
Went back to work today. It was Hair Wash day which is a Trial and a Tribulation. I was checking to see if the little bun looked ok.
Meanwhile, Dr. M was solving a mystery with his Pop: New pants, new shirt, same memory struggles. This afternoon, he told me that some people had visited him earlier and brought him something, but at some point Pop had forgotten what they brought him and now he couldn’t find it. I couldn’t see anything new around the house, but I could tell he was upset with himself, feeling like he had messed up. Finally he remembered that it had been his former coworker who had visited, along with his wife. I asked if they had delivered his meal, which they do once or twice a month, and he practically shouted “that’s what they gave me…my meal! After they left, I ate it. That’s why I couldn’t find it.” He was relieved that he had solved the mystery. So it goes.
Saturday, December 28th
It was our annual gathering! We think we’ve been doing this for 40 years which frankly does not compute.
Can I just complain a minute about all the people who are posting about the “liminal” time between Christmas and New Year’s? The Lost Days? The advice to not try to do anything very strenuous? Because Sister has to work every day next week except for New Year’s Day, and while it should be a bit quiet, I still have new hire orientation and data entry to do. Liminal my (slowly diminishing) butt. What would you like to complain about?