I addressed my holiday cards yesterday - one step at a time. Next I will try to get a photo or two chosen, and after that write the notes inside. I was sitting a long time, in my boot, and somehow the foot really hurt afterward. I have no idea how to heal this fracture, or maybe it's the weirdness of walking in a boot or walking funny all the time. I hope I'm not doing something wrong. Patience, patience.
My husband and I bought the gifts for our granddaughter, who will be here after all on Christmas. I'm plugging away each day now to get everything done in time. There is a familiar pleasure in these tasks, and the focus is relaxing. It helps that I love the season overall: the music, the pine boughs, the tree, the food, the company. My mother made the holidays special, and was as excited as a child herself. Something must have gone right in her extremely poor childhood, and she could convey delight to us. She also brought in many friends and family, always had a party before, and thus we were never four people, but many, many more.
Today I have my foster granddaughter, and we will continue making her gifts for her family. I've got to get more stuffing for pillows before I pick her up.
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