If you’ve read my blog for a while, you know by now that I do not relish being single. That’s especially true during the Christmas season. My thoughts on the subject are diverse and random and sometimes confusing, even to me. I hope they make sense.
- I love buying gifts for my daughters and grandchildren. But I miss having a husband to share the excitement with me. That’s not necessarily to say that I miss having D to share.
- I made my first batch of toffee last night. That means the season is really upon me. Each batch makes two pounds and I will make several more just to meet the family’s requirements. The irony? No one loves homemade toffee more than my ex. He could hardly wait for me to make it.
- I love this Santa and owl. Wouldn’t that be neat? If Santa came on an owl? It’s no more unbelievable than eight tiny reindeer that fly. Is it?
- I miss my mother-in-law on Christmas eve. She took great pleasure in having the family for dinner and gifts every year.
- On the other hand, my son-in-law’s parents have taken me in and I very much enjoy being with them on Christmas eve. She’s a marvelous cook and he’s very entertaining and funny.
- One of my greatest joys the last couple of weeks has been watching my beautiful red Amaryllis bloom. Daughter #1 (They’re numbered by birth order.) gave a bulb already planted and growing to each of her guests at Thanksgiving. I don’t think I can take any credit for it, but she is a thoughtful and generous daughter.
- I hate scheduling around my ex in order to spend time with my grandchildren on Christmas day. If we could have had a smoother transition from married to not, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad now. I accept my share of the blame. But I think his share is greater than mine. I’m just being honest about how I feel.
This is a photo of a framed print by a North Carolina mountain artist. Her name is Linda Kotila and she has a shop in Dillsboro, NC. She’s one of my favorites. The quality of this photo is not great, but the print is beautiful and I keep it up year around. I love seeing the children and the dog gamboling in the snow.
This probably looks like a rambling and disjointed post. I guess that’s what it is. But I’m glad I wrote it. When I sat down to write I was feeling a little forlorn and lonely. I still do, yet I feel better at the same time. By going through pictures of some of my favorite things and by thinking about my situation, I have been able to realize once again how lucky I am. I have family. I have friends. I certainly have more material “stuff” than any one person needs. I have good health. I have no reason to feel sorry for myself.
“When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad!”
Thanks. You’ve got me singing. Love it.