Monthly Archives: December 2015

Christmas up to my ears

Today was one of those days working for the paper. I’ll go a week and have very little to cover. Or a couple weeks with a couple decent stories.

Then, a day like today. You see, I write for a small weekly paper. There aren’t many of us and we actually have a new (fresh out of college, even) editor.

There were half a dozen events for me to cover today. I spent my day running (ha, scootering, go gimpy girl, go) from one location to another.
Breakfast with Santa first thing this morning. Cute little kids getting to spend good quality time with Santa Claus. Much fun, over fairly quickly.

Next was onto the vendor fair. That was well, slow, not many vendors, few people, but some interesting items. I got some good pictures and onward.

Time for the Christmas parade. More adorable kids, vintage cars, a couple floats, and SANTA! It was over quickly, as it isn’t a big thing in town, but enjoyable enough.

 

Onward I rushed to the local Episcopal church to take pictures of their volunteers on the fifth anniversary of their monthly “feed the community” lunch.

I zipped through there, talked to a few eating, a few volunteers, and then, WinterFest. Kids, again, Santa, again, Actually the Santa from the parade. Activities and food and too much, my goodness, I was getting tired by now.

Several hours of this and I was done.  And, all of this before the sun went down.

No, I’m not through yet. The lighted boat parade on the river. The one that starts at 5, but didn’t actually start until 5:30 PM. I’m still cold from that, to the point that my bones hurt.  It was gorgeous though and worth it.

Finally, grocery shopping as it was shop or go to McDonald’s. I just couldn’t. I had it earlier in the day and no, just no more today.

Groceries, done. Home, cooked dinner (simple soup and grilled cheese as I said above freezing.)

Now, we have Bad Santa streaming and I am getting ready to crash before I start all over tomorrow. As, I will have my tree up before Tony goes back to work on Tuesday morning.

(also, five in a row, bitches. holy shit.)

Late

It’s late, close to midnight. I have had no time today to actually sit here and write.

Too much going on, plus a migraine and an early, busy as hell, day tomorrow.

I need a drink, but instead I’m drinking tea.

 

It will get better, life will slow down. It has to slow down soon. Or, I’m going to curl into a ball somewhere until I get enough sleep to feel better.

So, I’ll leave you tonight with a few year old picture of Santa at the WinterFest parade.

santa

 

Jingle Bells

I had the privilege of covering the Colonial Beach Elementary School’s holiday concert tonight. Not only did I get to watch all sorts of local kids look adorable, but got to see three of my niblings be entirely too cute.

It brought me to memories of my little sister in a turtleneck and tights, carrying an old heavy, phone being one of the four calling birds.

Or when I was a member of the local Baptist church’s children’s choirs even though I was Catholic. Wearing white or blue robes and sitting in the too packed church, row upon row of children, sweating underneath our clothes as we waited for our turn.

Then onto high school where I was a member of the W&L choir for several years. I do have to say that we were damn good and our holiday concert was amazing. Our robes were worn for the holiday show and I really loved every second of it.

Watching Jylian, Coren, and Shawn start down this path toward hopefully years of shows made my heart sing right along with them.

 

It also put me in the holiday spirit a little bit. Just a tiny bit, but enough that there are now decorations on the outside of my house and the start on the inside. 3 weeks and a day to go. Ho Ho Ho.

 

Day 2-Holidailies 2015

Nothing more from CVS Caremark today. I’ll call them tomorrow to force the issue, hopefully.

 

Today has just been long. I got a few things done. Some things put away, a few more boxes taken care of, a good dinner made. I didn’t get nearly enough done.

I never do.

On the average day, I just do not have enough spoons to do everything I need to do. (Search Spoon Theory if you’ve never heard of it before.)

I’m worn. I’m stressed. I’m tired.

It’s 11:00 PM and I am way beyond ready for bed, yet, I need to get more done tonight. I don’t see it happening, instead I’m sitting here writing as I want to be back in the habit of writing that isn’t for work.

It is more difficult at 40 than it was at 25. When I started this journal/site/project back when I was so much younger I just wrote whatever came to mind.

Now, I can’t. There are too many people who are local to me that read this. There are too many town busybodies who pick over every thing I write, no matter where it is, for me to be completely honest with my words.

 

There are many things I would write about, but could be used against me.
Oh, hell, maybe, tomorrow, when I’m not so tired and worn and just done, I’ll actually delve into something that matters.

For tonight, I at least sat down here, wrote a few words, and uploaded them. That alone is a win. Two days in a row, I wrote on here.

 

Two days, wow.