There is no Christmas shopping done. I think we’ve just about given up this year. My only enthusiasm for this holiday so far is for it to be over. Of the bazillion lights we bought last year to put outside, we’ve hung exactly zero.
I think we blew through our Christmas enthusiasm on the weekend after Thanksgiving when we went tree shopping, couldn’t find the usual place, and ended up with a decent but pre-cut tree. I wasn’t home when Berta and the kids decorated both trees this year. The one in the family room still isn’t done being decorated, I think. And thinking about it now, I wonder if I’m going to have the stamina for two trees worth of holiday.
To accompany the live tree in the living room we’re getting new furniture on Tuesday. A loveseat. Some form of seating has been on order from somewhere or other since September, and is only now arriving. Note that this is only half of the pieces that were ordered. Some kind of leather chair is yet to have a delivery date.
Thursday is my company Christmas party. We’re bowling someplace downtown. Seems like it should be more fun than the company-sponsored parties at previous jobs.
This weekend is the usual trip to Johnstown. Berta’s sister Ellen will be in from Idaho, hence the imperative to visit this weekend. As a result, we’re missing Stan’s annual party, and Brian visiting, and the only full weekend that Pat will be home. I’m not bitter, but I am just turning off the emotion parts or I think the speed of this holiday will shred me. I will concentrate on preparing to keep myself entertained over the weekend, which will all go to waste as we involve ourselves with visiting relatives and Berta’s eldest sister’s 40th birthday party, all backed into the 39 hour span of a visit.
Also our clothes washer has broken. I realize I’m a lot better off than a lot of people out there, but a little holiday magic/sanity/rest/time-dilation would be appreciated.
