Number of Christmas/Hanukkah cards I wrote tonight: 31
Total number of Christmas/Hanukkah cards I’ve written: 104
Number of days until Christmas: 10
Number of days until Hanukkah: 4
How it feels to have finished my cards before the holidays: Priceless
A Saturday off and fun things to do,
Getting cards in the mail and packages, too
Christmas good cheer and the excitement it brings
These are a few of my favorite things.
Shopping for friends and buying them stuff
A warm mug of coffee and a book full of fluff
Being pleasantly surprised when the telephone rings
These are a few of my favorite things.
Wrapping gifts until midnight using bright colored bows
Soft fuzzy socks to help warm up my toes
Elvis, Blue Christmas and, oh, how he sings
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the bills come
When the alarm rings
When I’m worried about getting the flu
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so blue.
People are dropping like flies around me. I’m surrounded by colds and flus and strep and stuff exiting from various orifices and the air is contaminated and no surface is safe to touch. I’m washing my hands 1,364 times a day until my fingers are shriveled and the cuffs of my sleeves are wet in an attempt to stave off the big, bad bugs and the sneak-up-and-slap-you-in-the-back-of-the-head bugs and the starts-out-small-but-turns-deadly-just-like-Jim-Hensen bugs.
I do not want to get sick. I do not have time to be sick. Sickness is for people who have written their holiday cards, finished their shopping, wrapped their gifts and done their baking. Sickness is a luxury I cannot afford. Sickness is for good little worker bees who have lots and lots of sick time accumulated because they only use it for--gasp!!-- sickness. I am too busy to be sick. Sickness would be wasted on me because I couldn’t even enjoy it, I’d have to keep on going and pretend I wasn’t sick.
I cannot get sick in December, but if it’s absolutely necessary, I might be able to pencil in a couple sick days in January. If I must. Until then, if get sick I’m going to have to smack someone.
The Pasta Fagioli was amazing. I added zucchini, beef broth and more cheese than the recipe called for. It was thick and rich and yummy. Definitely a recipe I’ll use again.
Speaking of recipes, I need to post my apple pie recipe from Thanksgiving. It was really good and I’m not big on pie.
The holidays are here and I haven’t done any holiday baking. I have cooking and baking to do this week for various things (a birthday cake for Thursday; lasagna and another cake for a work party on Friday; chili and yet another cake, as well as some other goodies, for a Navy party on Sunday), but I haven’t started my annual cookie, brownie, fudge, candy extravaganza. I should, hopefully, have some time next week. What would Christmas be without chocolate chip cookies and two kinds of fudge?
I’ll starve myself in January…
I decorated three Christmas trees in three days this week. One of them-- mine-- fell over. I do not think it was a result of my decorating. It is a big, broad, fat tree. A plus-sized tree. A tree that should shop at the Men’s Big and Tall Shop (or Lane Bryant, if it’s a girl, which I don’t think it is). A tree so mighty, my twenty-pound cast iron stand could not keep it standing. It fell with a crash and a jingle of bells at 2:30 in the morning the day after I put it up. Why do things like that never happen during the day? I was awake, I was annoyed. The tree is standing again, but I think it is beginning to list to one side and I’m not hopeful of it remaining upright. It is a big, broad, fat, drunken tree. About thirty ornaments fell off, which I will rehang just as soon as a) I have time and b) I’m convinced the tree isn’t going to toss back a bottle of tequila and take another header. Big, broad, fat, drunken, bad tree and it is mine, so I love it anyway.
The other two trees, library trees, are still standing because there is no tequila in the library.
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