So this is Christmas, another one without Boodles. I’m tired of whining about it and you’re probably tired of reading it. At some point today, she will open the Nintendo DSi that I bought her with my WalMart discount. She’s been wanting it since last year and has been saving her money for it. She doesn’t know that she’s getting it today. So I know that, even though her Daddy isn’t with her today that she will have a Happy Christmas.
We, Mom, my sister Iris, and my brother-in-law Harley, aren’t really “doing” Christmas today because my niece and her family are coming in a couple days, but we did have breakfast together this morning. Iris still makes our Grandmother’s recipe for cream gravy. I don’t like it, but everybody else does.
The store was actually closed last night, and won’t open until sometime tomorrow morning, but us third shift stockers will work starting at our usual time. I spent practically all of yesterday asleep. I don’t have the mental energy or creativity to finish my Christmas song posts right now. I know the day will come when I’m a big time writer and will have to meet deadlines whether I feel like it or not, but that day is not here yet.
Harley has been in the hospital this week, he just got home yesterday. More pneumonia although they did a lot of testing to try to find other reasons why he blacks out and loses control like he does, they didn’t really find anything. He and Iris came over here for breakfast, and he’s very unsteady. After breakfast, as he was heading down the steps, Mom reminded him to grab the safety handles by the door. He put those up a few years ago, now he’s using them. A tough blow for a 68 year old man who’s always been so self sufficient.
Last week Iris and I went to get some decorations. Harley wanted some of those deer that light up and move, so we went to the store and found some. Two that we got, a doe and a buck, just lit up. The other one was a doe that lights up and her head moves up and down like she’s feeding. Well, I put her together and her head moves fine but only half of her lights work. Basically the right side of her body doesn’t light up. I was grumbling about cheap WalMart crap and wondering if I should try to take it back or try to fix it, but Mom saw it and fell in love. Mom decided that we should name the deer after her because, since she had her stroke, one side of hers doesn’t work right either. So we put her out in front as is.
So this is Christmas. We are all cripples in one way or another. None of us are what we once were, but on the other hand maybe some of us aren’t yet what we will be…what we can be.
Some of us aren’t where we want to be, but if we can hold on to hope then maybe there is still room for miracles.
So Happy Christmas and a Happy New Year. Let’s hope it’s a good one for all of us.