Settling in for a long winter's nap? I am. Ok, I'm not, but in my mind I am. I swear. In my mind, I'm wrapped in my quilt, all safe and toasty. Occasionally reaching out to the pyre I've built on the floor. Nothing to worry about, just stuff belonging to MyUnwife…
Ok, the pyre thing is me warming my toes in a bitter bath. Feel free to jump in, it's a hot tub of froth. Nothing says holidays like a warm soak against a snowy backdrop.
Well, I'm in California, I don't have a snowy backdrop. It's in my head too. It seems there are a lot of things in my head. Huh,
maybe that says something about crazy and Christmas…Well, I'll just
leave that as a gift to open later. For now, let's talk about today. What are you doing today? 3….2….1--Ok, that's great. Let's talk about me now.
Today, I'll mow my lawn. I'll trim too. Oh and I'll trim—Christmas trim--the palm—the tree, not my hand. Although I could Sharpie a tree in my hand. Open and close it like blinking lights. Wouldn't I look festive? Crazy? Either
way, both are Christmassy. What's cool, is I know that at least three
of you out there are staring at your hand, opening and closing it
really fast. Thank you, I'm not alon--So the tree. Yeah, I'll do that. It's supposed to be clear next week. If you guys stay on my nice list, I'll post pics.
Later tonight I'll do my usual Friday ritual, I'll write in the plaza by the theater. They've
set up a big tree in the fountain. If you're giving me a stalker for
Christmas, I usually stay there until 9:30 or 10, then walk down to the
grocery store to do my shopping. Make sure the stalker is in festive colors and reindeer ears. Nobody likes a sulky stalker.
I'm grabbing my Christmas dinner tonight. I think I'm having ham. I'll buy a small one, get some potatoes--I think I'm doing scalloped, unless I change my mind and go for yams. I'm gonna make some Chex mix too. I love the stuff, I decided to make some for me. Same with fudge. I'll probably give most of that away, but I wanted a few pieces myself. I could make snicker doodles too. My Mom always made them at Christmas. I don't know though, that may be too much sugar in strike range. Santa'll
drop down the chimney to find me in a sugar coma, painted up like a
clown with chocolate smears and cookie crumb freckles. Still, I want a
few sweets. It's my Christmas gift to me.
It'll just be me this Christmas, but I'm ok with it. It'll be a peaceful time. Everything's been hectic lately, Christmas will give me an excuse to do some things I've been waiting to do around the house.
If you're bored, check in, I'll be around. I think I'll do like I did on Thanksgiving and do a few posts through out the day. But, that's not till Tuesday, I'm just thinking aloud now. That's kind of a good thing, it shows that I'm thinking at all!