All righty, then. Seems I’ve been missed. Hard for me to believe, even if only one person missed me. But you, my loyal reader, have been heard.
It’s Thursday. I know it’s Thursday because I had my ‘BIG NIGHT OUT’ with my fellow Red Hatters at our annual Christmas get-together. What a lovely way to spend an evening. Of course, getting there was a challenge because I had to bring a gift to pass. Seems like that shouldn’t be that big a deal seeing as it is the gift-buying season. So, okay. I had the gift. But before I could leave, I had to wrap it. With a bow. Ever try finding a nice Christmas bow in a Michigan basement? A bow that doesn’t reek of kitty litter and carry extra strings of webbing? Our basement is about five blocks high. Maybe six. It’s maybe 12-foot square, and it holds — get this — our furnace, humidifier, water heater, cat box and bed, leftover paint cans, vintage luggage (I say “vintage” because I can hardly recognize it for the dust), wrapping paper, Easter baskets, and various other sundries covered with dust and webs. Suffice it to say, it ain’t pretty.
But I digress.
Finding a lovely bow turned out to be the easy part. Getting the gift wrapped while trying to give my unplanned guest the hint that I was in a hurry to leave was challenged only by my cell phone ringing quickly followed by my home phone ringing. I was pretty popular around 5:15 this evening. Even my normally aloof cat was rubbing against my leg insisting I feed her yet again this week.
Waving my guest away with the wish for a safe drive, I ran up the stairs to find something “Christmas-y” to wear and put my eyebrows back on. (I won’t even mention the phone call from the gal to whose home I was headed asking me, “Is the party tonight?” She’s in way worse shape than me.) I grabbed my red hat, bounded down the stairs, headed for the door, remembering at the last minute I might want to bring that gift I wrapped. Oh, and my coat. I threw my gift in a bag along with my purse, loaded my arm with three more little bags of things I needed to bring, and then headed again for the door, only to stop short realizing I had to move the wet jeans from the washer to the dryer. Heaven forbid I put down the bags.
Finally getting myself into the car, I remembered my camera, ran back into the house to retrieve it, slammed a couple doors on my way out, and breathed a HUGH sigh of relief that I could DO NOTHING for a couple hours.
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Nice to have you back. I’ve missed you but understand the stress’. Keep on Keeping on. Looking forward to hearing more soon.
Glad your back. Keep on Keeping on. Take time to enjoy the holidays but let us hear about it.