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(Level: 96.7 - Posts: 12009)
Fri, 25th Dec '09 6:20 AM
OLD HABITS DIE HARD
Looking back, it seems I went from being a starry-eyed kid hoping for a record player, to a tired but still excited mom playing Santa for my babies from one Christmas to the next. Surely must've been a year or two between, but not many - and then in a breath or two, I'm wrapping gifts for tiny grandsons! And now they're all four grown and scattered, far away living their lives and making Christmas memories of their own, in that narrow space between expectation and responsibility.
For whatever reason, since I was little enough to listen for sleighbells, I've never been able to sleep on Christmas night. I can mark so may places along life's rocky path by what I was doing on all those wakeful Christmas nights, and who for. It's a lean Christmas for us this year; one of the leanest since I was a kid (though not the worst, that was 1984, four months after Patrick left us), and there hasn't been anything to wrap or put together in these last hours, so I've been putting the restless energy into cleaning the kitchen and manicuring the houseplants to feng shui perfection, tidying windowsills and cluttered shelves and countertops.
This has involved the handling of many little ornaments and handmade treasures, and trinkets brought back from trips. I'm drunk on nostalgia and the glorious choral masses pouring like honey out of the radio, evoking memories of the mystery of childhood. I miss my family like the heart from my body as I putter and prune and polish. It will please John to get up and find the kitchen bright and spiffy. He'll scold me for doing it but he'll like knowing he's not coming home to a mess on Sunday. The man will watch football with his personal landfill of squalor around his chair and not even notice, but he hates to come back from a trip to a mess. One of his quirks. One of many, bless him. He's leaving at first light to drive three hours south to his mom's, and I'll go to bed after I see him off. I'm not going because I got eight corticosteroid injections along the nerve paths in my lower back yesterday and there's a sore lump half the size of a golf ball where each one went in; no roadtrip for me.
He'll be up and off soon. It will blow him away when he opens the fridge and finds Irn-Bru and Cougar Gold, and I am pretty excited about that. Irn-Bru is his favorite beverage in all the world (mine too), a yummy soft drink from Scotland, and Cougar Gold is awesome canned cheese from the dairy school at Washington State University that Lodi turned us on to when she sent us a can a couple years back, delish! And not easy to keep it all hidden in the fridge for two days, but I did it. I just put everything behind a wall of beer, he never noticed the fridge was packed to the door with stuff all out of place. I've moved it to the front so it will be the first thing he sees. Oh, man, I can't wait! He will be stunned, and I want to see his face. Nothing rocks like an excellent surprise, be you giving or receiving, am I right? I want to hear about the surprises, y'all.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
(Level: 92.6 - Posts: 5235)
Fri, 25th Dec '09 9:10 AM
I miss my mommy.
Merry Christmas Mom and Pop. I also remember many, many Christmas eve nights listening to you putter around the house...lol
(Level: 214.8 - Posts: 4415)
Fri, 25th Dec '09 3:36 PM
Merry Christmas, Donna! All the best to you and yours! I also hope you feel better soon!
(Level: 31.1 - Posts: 823)
Fri, 25th Dec '09 7:59 PM
I hope John loved his surprises. Merry Christmas Donna and John!
(Level: 154.1 - Posts: 740)
Fri, 25th Dec '09 10:11 PM
What a delightful read Miss Donna! Hope your back is feeling better quickly! Have a wonderful Holiday!
(Level: 70.0 - Posts: 2853)
Sat, 26th Dec '09 4:22 AM
Lovely and Loving Christmas message Smoke....
Guess all Mums fel like that when their babies
"fly the nest" and make their own way in Life.
So sorry about your back....hope you have a soft
pillow to cushion the "golf ball" ....and another to
cuddle up to and call it "John"
Sounds as if you were alone today so I'm sorry
about that too - unless you're like me....what my
therapist used to call a "Social Introvert" Loving
being with people....but needing lots of ime by
myself....to reflect and think.
Told my daughter the other day that 2009 has
actually been the most peaceful and contented
of my life....and she said it was because I was
too sick and too tired to "get myself into any
trouble" She knows me too well !!!!
Hope you had a Good Day and things will be
easier on you in 2010. Isn't "old age" fun????
Good job "Time flies"
(Level: 272.5 - Posts: 2771)
Sat, 26th Dec '09 6:15 AM
Trouble is, my wife 'does' such a good Christmas that our fledglings keep flying back to us, now with their mates & fledglings too!
Usual pattern from when they were kids though - totally OTT decorations inside & out, far too much food & drink at lunch, then far too much again for tea, and then continued ...........
Stoopid prezzies that were stoopid when they were kids, and are even more so now! (Lucky you didn't see me and my adult(?) sons nearly come to blows over the marble tower building competition that seemed somehow to stretch from the lounge onto the garden patio!). Trouble is, grandson complained bitterly at the hijacking of his present!
And the obligatory card games until whenever a.m. Boxing Day. But hey - I ended up £5.20 to the good!
Seems to be a 30+-year-old pattern that they find irresistable, but which we can now barely survive!
11 a.m. Boxing Day here now, with maybe 6 hours sleep total over the last two nights. I've escaped here to my home office prior to another onslaught for lunch.
Fun, innit - I think!
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