I realize a lot of people stress out around the holidays.
This year, I knew I was at a disadvantage with the whole 8th surgery, bionic arm, thing going on. I was determined to stay calm, cheerful, and blah, blah, blah even if it killed me.
For the most part I am feeling cheery.
I get waves of panic though.
For instance, yesterday I was standing in a long line at the post office to buy stamps for our holiday cards. Several women ahead of me began talking about how they were mailing off their packages and then woo! hoo! they'd be "done" and ready for Christmas. It made me feel all panicky. (I'm not "done" or even close to being done!)
As a side note, there was a woman in front of me in line who was closer to 90 than she was to 80 years old. She was wearing skin tight leggings, over the knee boots, and a too short top. Now, I'm all about wearing what you feel good in, but she looked ridiculous. She couldn't pull it off, not even a little bit. Instead of looking youthful, which I think was her intention, she looked like another example of an OC woman being a stereotype of herself.
I began working on decorating our BIG Christmas tree and my arm just couldn't handle it for long. I'll do a little each day I suppose and maybe (?) it will be done by Christmas. Or perhaps it won't be, and I'll just accept it?
Or better yet, maybe elves will come in and do it while I'm sleeping one night?
In other news, Costco sells gigantic poinsettias for $14 each.
I love poinsettias.
Love, love, love!
(By the way, can you tell I've got my good better camera back in my hands? Yay!!)
Every year I go to Costco just to buy poinsettias to put on our porch and front walkway. I don't know what these flowers cost where you live, but the Costco price can't be beat around here. (They're about 3 feet tall and very full!)
Poinsettias are so bright and cheery.
Every time I start to feel panicky about all the things I haven't done, I'm going to just stop and admire them for awhile.
After all … we're supposed to enjoy the holidays, right?
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