What’s on my mind today?
Christmas and all of it’s preparations. Shopping, wrapping, baking, decorating, cleaning and cooking. Oh, and let’s not forget Christmas cards. Last year I surprised myself by really having no problem being in the Christmas spirit. With last year being the first Christmas without my mom, I thought it would be so sad, but I felt as if I was channeling her. I had the energy to get everything done and then some. For the first time ever, I made my own cards and vowed to make them every year.
Fast forward to this year.
I feel as if I’m just going through the motions. I’m not sad or depressed, just not fully in the Christmas spirit. The house is decorated and I’ve got a good chunk of my shopping done. I have got to start wrapping and think about the baking. And Christmas cards? Jim had a great idea for something I could do this year, but we just never followed through. I just don’t have that umph that I had last year. Jim’s thinks my problem is the weather. Mild temps and the snow that we have had hasn’t “stuck” around very long. Or maybe I just need to snap out of it!
|Last year’s tree. Haven’t taken a picture of this year’s yet.|
On this date, 125 years ago, Rose Wilder Lane was born. If you’re a fan of Laura Ingalls Wilder and her Little House books, you’ll already know that Rose is the daughter of Almanzo and Laura. I posted something short and sweet over at Beyond Little House. I have always loved what Laura wrote about her Rose in December. Rev. Jim over at Laura’s Sweet Memories wrote about Rose as did Cheryl at timepie by the slice.
I enjoyed reading what they wrote much more than anything I could have written myself. So, if you’re interested check them out.
I generally avoid talking about religion and politics. We’re not all going to agree and some people love to discuss. I’m not one of them. I haven’t been going to church lately. I know why and I don’t know why. It’s not about my faith. My faith is strong. I think I would feel better if I just started going again, but the longer I stay away, the harder it is to go back. My religion is not perfect, but it’s what I am, what I’ve always been. I don’t really want to have a discussion about it, just wanted to get it out there. Maybe it’ll get me back to church.
One more thing. Firstly, I love my daughter. She was with me first. She is a main reason that I am who I am. But I just have to say that having your adult child move back in with you is not always fun. It’s not always bad, but it’s not always fun. I would venture to say that she feels exactly the same.
|…who is procrastinating going out
to clean the chicken house in the rain.