Black pants and Christmas cards
It's funny how a person may not lose or gain any appreciable weight, but at the same time cannot fit into her pants. I haven't exercised regularly since before I painted my room over the summer and it shows. I cannot fit into most of my nice pants. I am stuck wearing the one pair of pants that still fits me, the pair that used to be fairly large on me. Sigh. At least they are black and suitable for a memorial service. Guess I better get crackin' on exercising again.
Meanwhile, a few days ago mom said something about how she made sure to get out all her Christmas cards before she saw people today. Oh, except she didn't send one to Helen's daughter because she thought it would be weird. Uh...why *wouldn't* you send her one? It seems to me that the first major holiday season after you lose someone as important as a parent would be the year to let a person know you're thinking of them. It wasn't until the conversation went on for several more minutes that mom said, well, I don't normally send her a card, and besides, she never sends me one. Okay, so first, that you don't normally send her a card is important information to have been included at the beginning of the conversation, or at least right after I started freaking out about it. And second, sometimes you have to be the bigger person. Without getting into details, there are issues in that part of the family, and it doesn't surprise me that the daughter doesn't send out cards, but that doesn't mean she doesn't like to receive them. Her kids have complained that they're sort of out of the loop from the rest of the family; this would be one way of including them. But no. At least we'll get to see them today and say hello. I'll finally get to meet one cousin's husband, and another cousin's daughter, so that's cool.
Meanwhile, a few days ago mom said something about how she made sure to get out all her Christmas cards before she saw people today. Oh, except she didn't send one to Helen's daughter because she thought it would be weird. Uh...why *wouldn't* you send her one? It seems to me that the first major holiday season after you lose someone as important as a parent would be the year to let a person know you're thinking of them. It wasn't until the conversation went on for several more minutes that mom said, well, I don't normally send her a card, and besides, she never sends me one. Okay, so first, that you don't normally send her a card is important information to have been included at the beginning of the conversation, or at least right after I started freaking out about it. And second, sometimes you have to be the bigger person. Without getting into details, there are issues in that part of the family, and it doesn't surprise me that the daughter doesn't send out cards, but that doesn't mean she doesn't like to receive them. Her kids have complained that they're sort of out of the loop from the rest of the family; this would be one way of including them. But no. At least we'll get to see them today and say hello. I'll finally get to meet one cousin's husband, and another cousin's daughter, so that's cool.