Each year, I tell myself that NEXT Christmas, I will be more prepared, will have all the presents wrapped and be all relaxed and the cookie baking, carol singing super mamma that has somehow become a myth of Christmas. Didn't happen this year.At a trip to Stuffmart, however, I realized that there were millions of people like me at Stuffmart, buying presents and food last minute, and that's okay.
Christmas Eve was spent at home. William and I dissected an owl pellet, because that's what everyone does on Christmas Eve, isn't it? I think it will have to become a Christmas tradition.
Speaking of traditions, my dh's family has the tradition of oyster stew for Christmas Eve dinner. How this became a tradition, I don't know, but I refuse to participate (sorry, Marilyn) because I don't eat filters. Oysters spend their lifetimes filtering toxins out of ocean water, and then, people eat them?
Dh, not to be put off by my declaration that they look like giant boogers, made and ate his own stew. He declared it delicious and continued the tradition.
We spent a lovely Christmas Day at my sister's and now have a whole week to stay at home!
Today, it is peculiarly warm for Kentucky, in the low 70s in December! The wind is blowing, and so when I opened the windows, well, let's just say that you have too many indoor animals when the wind blows tumbleweeds of dog hair in the house. Got me to thinking, though, think I could use our leaf blower to clean floors?
Notes:
I am approaching a "blogaversary" of sorts. I have now 985 posts. It is hard to believe that soon, I will have written 1000 blogs.
The Zymox has complete cleared up Paris (the dog's) ear infection. Looks good. However, her immune system is compromised and it moved into her eyes, which are now ulcerated. The vet is recommending having her third eyelid sewn shut on both eyes to give them time to heal as she resists all attempts to put medicine in the eyes despite my efforts. It isn't working. If we don't heal them, they might have to remove the eyes. That's what I need, a blind dog.
4 comments:
You know, Junosmom, that the perfect Christmas, like weddings, only happen in Hollywood! And we're all Perfect, and we're all allowed to make mistakes! My late mother and husband are perfect. It takes the pressure off of me!
I feel badly for your dog. Our cat has been fading away and one day a decision will have to be made, meantime we feed her off a fork, or the floor. (She is so totally emotionally disturbed!)
I hope you can have a week to just be and breathe!
I know what you mean about the last minute rush before Christmas. Every year I have a sumber party hangover the day after Christmas. It's called no sleep, and too much to do, in too little time. I guess I AM a procrastinator. I hate that.
I'm no longer a procrastinator because I've just stopped buying presents except for very immediate family. It makes the holidays so much easier and I no longer find myself rushing at the last second.
Amen David! I've just about given up buying presents as well. We've been weaning ourselves from this process for the past four or five years, buying only for those very closest to us.
Owl pellets???
I'm with you on the clam chowder, blech!!
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