I usually decorate for Christmas before Thanksgiving so that I have plenty of time to appreciate the decorations. If I wait, it will often be early December before I can decorate--or that's what I tell myself. It's not like our decorating takes a long time, though. We don't have to haul boxes out of the attic, and we don't go out to cut our own tree.
I thought I might decorate last night, when my spouse was likely to be zoning out in front of the TV. But I found it oddly overwhelming, the thought of decorating. I have two new autumn placemats that I managed to quilt--but my placemat storage space is limited. Of course, I'll take the Advent/Christmas placemats out of the drawer, but that forces me to face the sad state of our dining room table with its insurance documents that have taken up permanent residence.
Today I will once again try to get some decorating done. This shouldn't be so hard. But there it is--in the spirit of full disclosure, I want to record these moments. I blame them on both post-hurricane blahs and the week that I've felt which has left me so worn out and worried about being at a breaking point which I'll only recognize later, when I'm surrounded by shards.
But yesterday had its good moments. I wanted to do self-care yesterday, which for me does not mean exotic bath salts or a massage. It means that I cook good food, so that I'm not living on cheese, crackers, and wine all day--and so, we made a wonderful pot roast with all its yummy veggies. I went to JoAnns to get some backing fabric for a baby quilt. I got grading done. I did some writing.
I will strive to have a similar day today. And maybe by the end of today, some small trees will be twinkling on some of the surfaces of our house.
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