I’ve been delinquent with writing but there’s a good excuse. The shop has been really busy this season, thanks for supporting us! And then there’s Christmas preparations for home, shopping and the dreaded holiday housework that I crammed into just a few days. So, I over did it and my knee launched a revolt and then I couldn't sit at the computer without an icepack or pain and I wimped out. What a friggin time of year to go gimpy! The pains of old age I guess and at the risk of sounding too negative, I just had a birthday and I’m resenting this 55 year old designation. Watching those big numbers creep up is disturbing.
With Christmas looming there was so much to do. Work all day and then shopping, shopping and more of same. It was hard to fit everything in and by nightfall I was exhausted but no chance to rest, because the darn housework needed doing. I had to scour the place and even with hubby helping it took several evenings to beat her into shape but now it's official, you can eat off of any corner, of the house, as opposed to the usual of finding something to eat in every corner, at least for a mouse.
My house sparkles when it’s clean. I’ve polished the silver and scrubbed the cupboards and washed all the dishes. We have doorless cabinetry and open concept shelves, so cooking grease tends to build with time on the dishes above the stove. A bit of soap, a scrub and a buff and now they’re brilliant, sparkling china bling. With my red living room walls the house is perfect for Christmas and all the twinkling lights and exquisite glass ornaments make me feel like I’m in a jewelry box filled with diamonds and pearls. A place that exudes great comfort to an old fashioned crow like me.
I’m looking forward to resting for a few days over the holidays, putting up the feet while lounging in my jammies. I’ll rest up the old leg so I’m right as rain for New Years, whatever that might bring. I don’t think I’ll be dancing on any tables this year…dining on lobster might be the the biggest excitement on the itinerary. No dancing for me, until this knee is better. I’m thinking my problem might stem from tight fitting slacks. Maybe my straight legged jeans are too constricting and are pressing on the nerve. Maybe the days of tight fitting pants are over, maybe spandex is my new friend, stretching to accommodate my collapsing curves, move when I move and massage my thighs instead of choking them off. Maybe I need a track suit or god forbid a polar fleece sweat suit, loose fitting to move when I do. Sigh…..why does growing older have to come with penalties....bifocals sort of sent the pace and now what’s next, hush puppies and depends?
Winter sure hit hard and fast. Mother nature destroyed our plans for the annual Hook-in Christmas party on Dec. 18th. Bad timing, and as upsetting as it was, it's better to be safe than sorry, I sure wouldn’t want my gals out on the road in slippery conditions. It’s really too bad about our year end extravaganza, we have so much fun but there is a plan to reschedule some time in January. I pouted and whined in the usual way, I’d worked my butt off to clean the house for entertaining, but as I sulked on the sofa, it hit me that it was my birthday. All the work for the party trumped my special day…I pretty much completely forgot about it! Too bad I couldn’t forget the aging part that would be a nice little prezzie to myself.
So I’m now 55, a bit older and hopefully a lot wiser. And with this bigger number I’ve been enlightened; apparently this special age comes with a senior’s discount ticket. I almost said, geez, keep the discount, I rather pay full price and keep my youthful pride, but then I thought, well heck, a penny saved is a penny earned. But I ask, is the age lowering? Wasn’t a senior 65 a few years back? Hubby says it’s just a marketing ploy to entice the people with money to spend. We baby boomers apparently have the dough so we’re thrown perks to convince us to spend it. But golly, if they keep dialing back the numbers, at this rate, you’ll be an old fart, discount carded “senior” in your senior year at high school! Be honest with me people, how could I be a senior when I don’t look a day over 39…..well maybe 45….right?
Despite the birthday, life is good. I’m blessed in many ways. I guess the bad knee is needed to balance out all the good stuff and keep me from getting too high and mighty. I sure do have a wonderful hubby, a swell son, good health, good friends, a hobby I love and the best darn four pups in the world. Right now, nostalgic Christmas tunes are filling the house with memories of my childhood, there's a lovely fire in the wood stove, a grain fed turkey in the fridge waiting to fulfill its destiny and the tree is especially beautiful this year. Shortbread cookies are in the tin and butter tarts are cooling on the racks along with my special homemade cranberry sauce. The house is tidy, my babies were just groomed and smell like a breath of fresh air…life doesn’t get much better than this…...
With Christmas looming there was so much to do. Work all day and then shopping, shopping and more of same. It was hard to fit everything in and by nightfall I was exhausted but no chance to rest, because the darn housework needed doing. I had to scour the place and even with hubby helping it took several evenings to beat her into shape but now it's official, you can eat off of any corner, of the house, as opposed to the usual of finding something to eat in every corner, at least for a mouse.
My house sparkles when it’s clean. I’ve polished the silver and scrubbed the cupboards and washed all the dishes. We have doorless cabinetry and open concept shelves, so cooking grease tends to build with time on the dishes above the stove. A bit of soap, a scrub and a buff and now they’re brilliant, sparkling china bling. With my red living room walls the house is perfect for Christmas and all the twinkling lights and exquisite glass ornaments make me feel like I’m in a jewelry box filled with diamonds and pearls. A place that exudes great comfort to an old fashioned crow like me.
I’m looking forward to resting for a few days over the holidays, putting up the feet while lounging in my jammies. I’ll rest up the old leg so I’m right as rain for New Years, whatever that might bring. I don’t think I’ll be dancing on any tables this year…dining on lobster might be the the biggest excitement on the itinerary. No dancing for me, until this knee is better. I’m thinking my problem might stem from tight fitting slacks. Maybe my straight legged jeans are too constricting and are pressing on the nerve. Maybe the days of tight fitting pants are over, maybe spandex is my new friend, stretching to accommodate my collapsing curves, move when I move and massage my thighs instead of choking them off. Maybe I need a track suit or god forbid a polar fleece sweat suit, loose fitting to move when I do. Sigh…..why does growing older have to come with penalties....bifocals sort of sent the pace and now what’s next, hush puppies and depends?
Winter sure hit hard and fast. Mother nature destroyed our plans for the annual Hook-in Christmas party on Dec. 18th. Bad timing, and as upsetting as it was, it's better to be safe than sorry, I sure wouldn’t want my gals out on the road in slippery conditions. It’s really too bad about our year end extravaganza, we have so much fun but there is a plan to reschedule some time in January. I pouted and whined in the usual way, I’d worked my butt off to clean the house for entertaining, but as I sulked on the sofa, it hit me that it was my birthday. All the work for the party trumped my special day…I pretty much completely forgot about it! Too bad I couldn’t forget the aging part that would be a nice little prezzie to myself.
So I’m now 55, a bit older and hopefully a lot wiser. And with this bigger number I’ve been enlightened; apparently this special age comes with a senior’s discount ticket. I almost said, geez, keep the discount, I rather pay full price and keep my youthful pride, but then I thought, well heck, a penny saved is a penny earned. But I ask, is the age lowering? Wasn’t a senior 65 a few years back? Hubby says it’s just a marketing ploy to entice the people with money to spend. We baby boomers apparently have the dough so we’re thrown perks to convince us to spend it. But golly, if they keep dialing back the numbers, at this rate, you’ll be an old fart, discount carded “senior” in your senior year at high school! Be honest with me people, how could I be a senior when I don’t look a day over 39…..well maybe 45….right?
Despite the birthday, life is good. I’m blessed in many ways. I guess the bad knee is needed to balance out all the good stuff and keep me from getting too high and mighty. I sure do have a wonderful hubby, a swell son, good health, good friends, a hobby I love and the best darn four pups in the world. Right now, nostalgic Christmas tunes are filling the house with memories of my childhood, there's a lovely fire in the wood stove, a grain fed turkey in the fridge waiting to fulfill its destiny and the tree is especially beautiful this year. Shortbread cookies are in the tin and butter tarts are cooling on the racks along with my special homemade cranberry sauce. The house is tidy, my babies were just groomed and smell like a breath of fresh air…life doesn’t get much better than this…...
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