NYE

New Year's Eve, and I think back on 2015.......


I don't blog as much as I should because ___________.

A)     I'm busy

B)     I'm lazy

C)     I'm me

D)     All of the above


I'm busy.  Drive my kids.  Shepherd my kids.  Double check their schoolwork and backpacks.  Coddle them too much.  Teach them to do chores (and attempt to not re-do those things they do.)  Clean stuff.  Clean up after them.  Cook and shop.  Perform other duties as assigned.

I'm lazy.  Sweep only once a week (tops.)  Mop quarterly.  Clean bathrooms monthly.  Vacuum as needed.  Launder smaller loads more often or bigger loads less often.  Stalk Facebook and play solitaire daily.  Finish a new book within two days.

I'm me.  Get ideas and then forget them.  Worry about yanking someone's chain.  Wonder about even caring what others think.  Plan out things mentally.  Can't find some photo.  Endure PMS, the stalled-brain and the motivation shut-down.  Go to play rehearsal.  Spend sweet, comfortable time with Carl.


Isn't everyone, 365?

While Everyone Else Is Cleaning Up

I have many, many friends who have a compulsion to have Christmas put away before News Year's Day.

I put it off as long as possible.

I love the glow of my Christmas tree lights.  I love the tenderness of my creche.  I love the personality of my decorations.  I love the visual reminders to be kind.

While others have solid reasons for putting away in a timely manner, I shall put forth my reasons for waiting as long as possible.

I do not like to take down Christmas before January 6th, the traditional Three Kings Day.  With my play going into tech week not long after, I'll be too busy & preoccupied to do my efficient effort of packing away.

Christmas will stay up through the end of January.

Any longer than that, and I'll have to dust more.

Pin It

I accumulate Christmas pins.  And earrings.  I would say collect, but I don't hunt them down on the internet or shop in stores.  I mostly find them in the thrift stores.  I've fallen in love with their charms.

My first pin was a gift from my mom when I was in 4th grade.  A Hallmark pin of the happy little snowman holding a wreath and his little redbird friend.  I was impressed that my mom trusted me a piece of jewelry I was allowed to wear to school.  (My mom is a worry-wort.)  In high school, I got a few more as gifts-- teddy bears, enamel bells, and some Christmas earrings.  In college, my own Babchu bequeathed me her vintage Christmas tree pins, many she bought second-hand, too.

I finally realized that I needed a storage system.  The red box worked for many years holding everything; it swings open with four trays (that once held treats.)  Those boxes from the Santa Shoppe?  They have allowed me to easily see all of my earrings and tree pins.

My kids have taught me that life is too fun to wear boring socks.  I have a tin of Christmas socks.  Next year I plan to tote the purse my mom passed on to me.

Y'all, when I "deck," I "deck."

(Well, not all-out.  I'm rather picky with my sweaters......)