A thought or two before the holidays
Is anybody out there?
Things have fallen strangely silent here in the city. Most people I know have already departed for the holidays, as have most of my coworkers. My email boxes are empty, I am not getting text messages nor has anyone called me. It is odd - I feel like the last person left at the controls after the ship has been abandoned.
The hubby departs upstate for the holidays tonight, while I follow tomorrow after work. Tonight I will be left at home with just Trudy, "The Fat Girl," having a pre-holiday cuddle on the couch and eating things I shouldn't. It actually feels good to me, the idea of having a last night in silence prior to the plunge into the celebrations. There were many years of my life that I was on my own most of the time, and sometimes part of me misses that. Not most of the time, by a long shot. The hubby and I had a friendly argument over my refusal to wear a hat this morning in the frigid cold. I need a haircut, and I was protesting that a hat would only make my hair stand up. He insisted, and as usual, I gave in.
He burst out laughing on the subway when I took the hat off. I didn't get to see why until I arrived at the office. Yes, I looked like Alfalfa from the "Little Rascals." I had to soak my head with water at the office bathroom to tame it so I didn't look like a freak. Still, I was glad there was someone around to happily laugh at me as only a family member can do.
Though it might have been better if no one had forced me to wear a hat. I have to think about that.
Well, back to the slog. Just wanted to pop in and wish everyone a happy "Holiday of Your Choice," depending on what that may be. I don't know, you may just dance around a gourd slathered in Marshmallow Fluff for your Solstice-surrounding holiday while singing off-key renditions of show tunes. Or not.
But whatever it is, I wish you all the very best.
Things have fallen strangely silent here in the city. Most people I know have already departed for the holidays, as have most of my coworkers. My email boxes are empty, I am not getting text messages nor has anyone called me. It is odd - I feel like the last person left at the controls after the ship has been abandoned.
The hubby departs upstate for the holidays tonight, while I follow tomorrow after work. Tonight I will be left at home with just Trudy, "The Fat Girl," having a pre-holiday cuddle on the couch and eating things I shouldn't. It actually feels good to me, the idea of having a last night in silence prior to the plunge into the celebrations. There were many years of my life that I was on my own most of the time, and sometimes part of me misses that. Not most of the time, by a long shot. The hubby and I had a friendly argument over my refusal to wear a hat this morning in the frigid cold. I need a haircut, and I was protesting that a hat would only make my hair stand up. He insisted, and as usual, I gave in.
He burst out laughing on the subway when I took the hat off. I didn't get to see why until I arrived at the office. Yes, I looked like Alfalfa from the "Little Rascals." I had to soak my head with water at the office bathroom to tame it so I didn't look like a freak. Still, I was glad there was someone around to happily laugh at me as only a family member can do.
Though it might have been better if no one had forced me to wear a hat. I have to think about that.
Well, back to the slog. Just wanted to pop in and wish everyone a happy "Holiday of Your Choice," depending on what that may be. I don't know, you may just dance around a gourd slathered in Marshmallow Fluff for your Solstice-surrounding holiday while singing off-key renditions of show tunes. Or not.
But whatever it is, I wish you all the very best.