My sweet Patootie likes to dress up the place for the Holidays, so as you probably can guess, I am the one who gets to do the work - lights, tree, etc., etc. I get to take it down and repack it all, too. It's gotten to the point where I'd like to design a house with built-in lights that can be exposed and turned on by the push of a button, so I don't have to keep up the seasonal discomfort associated with all that cheer. As you might imagine, I get to wear two hats this time of year - Sandy Claws, and Grinch. I think I'd trade them both in for one of Druid in Cave, at least for one year, a vacation from the day before Turkey till the day after the New Kid on the Block drops down the chute. But I regress...
My office held its annual Holiday blow-out, this year as a moving feast, er, drunken revel, going from one place to another. Despite the generous libations, it did not suffice to anesthetize my screamin' doggies, so I never made it to the last venue. Fortunately, I had an appointment with my massage dude the next afternoon, and after an hour of twisting and shouting, I was nearly normal. Which in and of itself barely attests to my over-all state, but nonetheless, it will have to do for now.
I know there are many others out there who have similar limitations, who must plan each step. Over the years, the actual "standing/walking/dancing" time allowed has shrunk, and today is far more limited than I'd like, but there it is, isn't it? And no matter how many times I ask Sandy Claws for a new bike (euphemism alert) for Christmas, I'd be more likely to get a case of matzo for Hanukkah (I am very ecumenical, for a staunch Implementarian (we worship hardware stores and garden centers - don't worry - we don't proselytize - we don't even extemporize. We just get the job done.) But the good thing about the Holiday section of the year - I can up the meds in the name of good cheer. Can't you see how much bigger my smile has gotten? :-)
Well, I may or may not update again before the tree dries out, but in case I don't, have a Very Merry Whathaveyou, and a Happy Blue Cheer, in the flavor of your choice. Make mine Cherry Garcia.
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