Not really. But that little skit from Saturday Night Live featuring Horatio Saenz, Jimmy Fallon, Chris Kattan, and Tracy Morgan playing and singing that little Christmas song makes me smile every time. Look it up on YouTube. “I don’t care what your mama says; Christmastime is here.”
It’s been a busy fall and summer. I’ve gotten out of the habit of posting and I promise to do better next year. A new year’s resolution, perhaps? But I get ahead of myself.
With camping (glamping), traveling (I went to Italy!), tutoring, and grandkids I seem to wear myself out every day! Consider these photos my Christmas card to you.
My setup at a Girl Camper event in Glen Rose, Texas.
Stella and me trying to stay warm at the campsite. She has become quite the little traveler!
Me at the Doge’s Palace in Venice. Behind me is the largest canvas in the world, Il Paradiso, by Jacopo Robusti. Amazing.
A gondola on the Grand Canal in Venice. The gondolier is behind me.
A partial view of Assisi.
The Trevi Fountain in Rome.
At the airport in Rome waiting for the long flight back. Do I look like a tourist? ; – )
Of course I have a million more photos from Italy but not many of just me!
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! May all your wishes and dreams come true!
I am a bonafide nester. From childhood I have liked to have my things in proper order, in their proper places. I frequently went through the large box I kept on my side of the closet (I shared a room with two younger sisters) to reorganize and purge things I no longer wanted or needed. I kept my side of the room neat and organized, careful to own and curate the only space in the house I could call my own.
I carried that principle into adulthood. When I moved into my first apartment during college I was careful to stake out my personal space in the shared apartment, even down to a shelf in the refrigerator. I wanted my things in their place.
I was blessed to be married for 41 years to a man who didn’t mind me keeping things in their proper places. I didn’t mind him having his things in the house, but they were to be kept in the spaces I designated for them, and he did a really good job of complying with that. His work shed out back? A completely different story. It was his domain, and I didn’t give input on it. I rarely even went out there.
I said all that to say this. My house is driving me crazy right now. I have been blessed by being able to have new flooring installed, but the process is testing my patience. Every piece of furniture, all my books, knick-knacks, and decor items have been shuffled all over the house. Closet floors have been cleared and the contents stacked in the middle of the rooms. It only took a few days to get the large areas done, but now I am waiting on the closets, bathrooms, laundry room, and trim work to be done.
In the middle of the job my contractor contracted Covid. He’s been unable to work for two weeks. After one week of sleeping on the sofa I finally cleared off my bed and put sheets on it and can at least sleep in my bed now. The sofa and coffee table are in good places, and the TV has been reconnected. I can get to my clothes and my food and appliances. I moved my laptop and printer onto the dining room table, which is pushed up against the bar in the kitchen. I can still write and do eBay.
So why am I complaining? I’m trying not to. I have waited years for new flooring and I am finally getting it. What has been completed is absolutely beautiful. Patience, I say to myself, patience. Anything worthwhile takes time. This is October, though, and I usually decorate the house for Halloween. I can’t do it right now, but I did add some things to the flower arrangement on my dining table to get into the spirit. And I decorated my porch like I always do.
This too, shall pass. And I’ll take pictures of the results to show you. In the meantime, drink a pumpkin spice latte for me. I’m doing the Whole 30 program and haven’t had one yet.
I like my naps. Ask anybody in my family and they will agree. When I was working and after my children were old enough not to need Mama’s supervision or transportation I would enjoy a nap every afternoon after work.
Afternoon naps refreshed me and let me stay up a little later, sometimes late enough to greet my husband when he arrived home from work after midnight. That was a good thing since I usually only saw him Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays.
Now that I’m retired and don’t have to get up before dawn, I usually only nap on Sundays. But I don’t nap alone. I have furry babies who love to nap with me, as long as I get up in time to feed them. I don’t have to set my alarm. They wake me up!
From left: Fur babies Molly, Whitey, and Maggie
Whitey starts the process by sliding off the bed and then jumping back on and rolling around, which wakes up the others. Then he starts barking at them, getting them to play. While I try to stay asleep with the covers over my head they run around all over our king size bed playfully barking and nipping at each other.
Whitey and Molly waiting for dinner
Then Maggie gets tired of the play and begins to stare at me. I pretend to be asleep as long as I can, until she impatiently punches me with her paw. With her ears at attention she stares at me until I peek at her and then pull the covers up again. She punches me harder and then begins to pounce on me with both feet.
Maggie resting on Mama’s her chair
I throw the covers back and roll her over, tickling her on her belly while she playfully pretends to bite. Whitey jumps in the middle between us while Molly waits patiently a few inches away. I continue to roll Maggie around and tickle her until she is panting and then I turn my attention to Molly who bends her head to the bed sideways and nips at me while I poke at her playfully. Maggie playfully attacks her while Whitey bounces all around the bed.
Message received. Time for their dinner. Better than an alarm clock and so much more fun!
It’s a good day when all the socks in the laundry folding basket have mates.
Wouldn’t you agree? Yes, I am folding laundry on Labor Day. And the hubster is working.
And so is the son-in-law, so Daughter and I are home. I fold laundry while she plays video games. Nice, huh? The good thing for her about being home is no housework, right?
So I am quietly folding laundry, pondering topics for today’s blog post, and Daughter screams (hollers): “Ack! There’s a red wasp!”
Now, red wasps in our neck of the woods are the horror, with their angry aggressiveness and mean stings. I still have a scar on my forehead where I was stung at the tender age of four! That sucker chased me down. CHASED ME DOWN. Tha horrah!
But I digress. Aforementioned red wasp is indeed inside the glass door flitting around in a panic, able to see the great outdoors but unable to get there.
Several options flash through my mind as Daughter says, “Again? How are they getting in?” She had to call her grandmother over from next door the other day to help kill one while we were gone. Our doggie door gaps a bit, so I am sure the wasps are getting in that way. Who wouldn’t find a way inside where there is air conditioning?
In a flash I decide against the flyswatter and the bug spray. I had to act quickly. No time to fetch said weapons. I pick up a nearby flip flop, open the glass door, and coax the beastly insect to freedom. It all ends well. No violence, no noxious fumes, everyone happy.
Next issue at hand: convincing my three dogs that dinner is still over an hour away. Stop staring at me with those sad eyes! She’ll give in. . .she always does. . .
A couple of weeks ago my son asked me if I would be willing to stay at his house for a few days while he accompanied his wife to New York City on a business trip. While I would have been a little more delighted to have been invited on the trip, I said, “Absolutely!”
Even hubby/dad agreed. I would stay at Matt’s house, care for his yard and his dogs, and do a little shopping and sightseeing in Dallas. It’s only about an hour and a half from my home, but they have a beautiful new older home which would be almost like staying in a hotel!
It’s just that I haven’t been away from home in awhile. Since I retired from teaching, I also retired from membership in two different professional teacher associations which sometimes required travel to Austin for conferences and business meetings. I had even considered getting rid of my attache and travel-size toiletries! Glad I didn’t.
It turns out I hadn’t forgotten how to make my packing list (yes, I’m one of THOSE) and pack my bags. I loaded down with several back issues of magazines and newspapers I hadn’t gotten around to reading, as well as my laptop, thinking I would finally really get going on my next novel. (I’ve been here two days now and haven’t gone there yet!)
Matt and Taylor were already on the way to NYC when I arrived at their home. Their dogs–Brody the pug and Bailey the miniature schnauzer–were happy to see me and helped me get settled in. They have been absolutely the best doggies ever (besides my own, of course!)!
I have been pretty busy so far, but more about my thrifting adventures later. . .
Aren’t they cute? Bailey on the left with little Brody.
Those coleus in the back look much better now after watering!
My car’s thermometer read 106 today in Dallas!