Thanksgiving is behind us and with it the scraps of turkey. I managed to roast a small bird minus the stuffing and the yummy extras, but those who were here, mainly my hubby, the two younger children and I were thankful for what we had. Of course those who needed to fly or drive four hours decided not to come, leaving the one married son to knash his teeth while eating not one but two decadent Thanksgiving spreads with his lovely wife and her family.
Knowing Christmas will possibly be filled with more similar disappointments, our daughter has earned our good wishes to go on a cruise to the Bahamas with friends. "Felic Navida" (or however you spell it) my young beauty. She will no doubt make sure to be home for her birthday after the first of the new year. (Hey, at least she won't expect double presents or receive the dreaded card on a gift that reads, "Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday.")The cruise is her Christmas.
That leaves one child at home while I have to be away the whole week before Christmas for the first round of this procedure. No matter how I paint the picture, the child is convinced that this will be the worst Christmas of his young life... We will have a tree…even if it is small and be home for Christmas.
Okay, so I've been behaving myself and staying inside. I've not attended church for long enough that I can't manage to carry a tune. Now this is depressing as I have performed in more Christmas concerts and sung more solos than I have remembered to count. There is a bright side to this…my young son finds it rather entertaining to hear me croak over the vocal linguistics required to sing Handel's Hallelujah Chorus. Me, well, I'm still biting back the tears of humiliation and stunned abhorrence at the noise.
Did someone know it would come to this? Why in the heck didn't you warn me? Oh yeah, ignorance is bliss... Only if you are the one knowing the punch line before it is delivered!
So staying indoors out of the rain and cold has its good points…don't ask me what they are. I (we) have rearranged the furniture around the living room until it is almost like it was when we moved in…
The writing is coming along and I am currently combining and considering the first installment of The Talisman Series. (Yes Teresa, the scene with his knife at her throat is staying…)
Back to my behaving at home…
…Plumbing problems… Oh yeah, the plumber arrived in spite of the warning to protect my immune system at all costs. Two days later…I have conjunctivitis! For those of you who don't know what this is… go back to school and think PINK EYE. For the ladies…I had to throw all my eye make-up away.
Oh yeah, good thing my son works for a group of ophthalmologists because I definitely can't go out now! Yea! I'm contagious! He has brought me what I need and I should be back on the "healthy road" in a couple of days.
The question is…Do I tell the specialist? And will my version of the "healthy road" cut the mustard?
I'll let you know…if I survive…
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