Thursday Before Christmas

I’m not sure where the time goes but I seem to be going and going all the time. Although I am at that age where I can say that I’m very grateful to “be going” for as long as possible. I’m so glad to be healthy and lively with only an ache here and there. I have become one of those old folks who can now predict rain by the (meniscus tear) injury to my left knee from last February. Oh, the joys of old age.

It’s been unnaturally cold and wet here in Southern California and I’m loving every minute of it. It’s not that I like cold weather but just like having something different and it’s very welcome at this time of year. We get to actually feel like its Christmas time, all bundled up like movies and Christmas cards. I can never get used to a heat wave at Christmas time.

We’ve recovered from the major painting ordeal in the house, except we’ve still yet to hang up paintings and pictures. I’d do it but they’d be crooked so I’ll have to nag a little to get that done. I’m getting pretty good at it although I’ve learned there is a fine line you must walk when nagging the husband. I don’t have it quite right yet but I will and the house is staying much tidier. I still don’t know why having everything in its place has become more important to me than it was before but like a lot of things, I don’t care why. It just is. I’m not a neat freak nor will I become one. I like to save my stress for more important things.

Christmas preparations are slowly coming together. Shopping has mostly been done and wrapped. We decorated the tree today. Changed this year to a just a little tree rather than the normal to large size we used to get. Put this little tree up on a table, wrapped the table in a dark green tablecloth and it looks just fine. Got down my beautiful punch bowl that normally spends its entire existence in a cupboard because who serves punch anymore? Bought some white and silver ornaments, half priced and filled the bowl and now it has a new purpose. Threw some holly and a couple more ornaments into my mother’s cut crystal bowl on the dining room table and another masterpiece appeared. The spirit of Martha Stewart must be hovering around here somewhere.

Christmas Eve will be spent here with the kids and presents and lots of fun and laughter. Christmas Day with Terry’s family, usually not much fun, hardly any laughter but doable.
Then the day after Christmas, our friends will come here for dinner with the beloved twins and we’ll have our own little Christmas together, which I look forward to also.
Hopefully, I’ll make it through the season without become fat and jolly. I don’t mind the jolly part too much but for me its also the season of Sugar, which is my biggest weakness.

well, I’ll just think about that tomorrow.