Countdown to Christmas: Day 1
Well, Christmas Eve. Chuck and Nate are downstairs struggling with a new TV that I SWEAR TO GOD is gonna tip right over and land on someone's leg, undoubtedly mine. Or worse, on my cat.
We're off to visit Grandma whose entire wing of the nursing home is quarantined because of a flu epidemic. Beth was a good girl and went to church today with her friend Gwen who is on winter break from Mount Vernon, and it was great visiting with Gwen and her mom. I did not go to church, and I haven't gone for quite a while, for reasons I may blog about later when I have more time...the main one being, our church seems to have switched from "worship" to "entertainment"--and if I have to follow a printed program to know what's going on, I'd rather be at the opera. The last time I went to a Christmas service, they sprang a "Rap Christmas Story" on the congregation (i.e. "Bom, bom, bom, BOM! And the Angel cried, YO! MARY! YO! MARY!"). Excu-u-use me??? Yo, Mary??? Yep, I'm afraid that was the end of the line for me.