Spent the first six hours of the day doing unto others…

Happy holidays!

I’ve only been trying to find time for this since April when I bought my love shack, day .5 of my sabbatical has made my dream a reality.

Kitchen before painting

Painting helper

Kitchen after painting

Also managed to paint the bathroom, during which I took a helluva spill which may or may not have ended my fledgling career as a quarterback.

I wish I could remember it. I only have three glimpses into the recesses that tell me what happened: lost my balance on the chair, tried not to knock the paint tray off the commode, landed on my ass in the tub. Where’s a video camera when you need one?

Next up: living room, hallway and bedroom. Iffy: den

Thanks to Kimbo, the spirit has been fully realized - all it took was a 2 inch tree.

Last year it was trendy to say “happy holidays” inching away from “Merry Christmas” and the sentiment it should relay, and it seems this year it’s all the rage to “bah humbug”.

Scoot in close - I’ve got a message for you: Effe you, Scrooge!

Sure, I may have harbored resentment for the better part of 30 years about having my birthday fall the week before Christmas (think of that older sibling who always got the new clothes/toy while you got the hand-me-downs) and sure, I always get a smidge melancholy with the whole missing my parents thing and sure, I get hostile about parting with my hard earned cashish…BUT… I still love Christmas.

I love the twinkle lights and putting the angel going on the tree last and the excuse to make Irish Crème and taking the time and energy to recognize and show appreciation for those in my life that are close to my heart and hell if I don’t get all watery eyed when I hear children’s chorus on the radio singing “Oh Holy Night” or any other seasonally inspired diddy.

So there it is, babies. I’ve got the spirit and the love - and I wish you all happy holidays.

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Sometimes it sucks that I’ve tried to keep my private life off these pages because when a ghost pops up and causes my blood to boil I can’t/won’t allow myself to purge it through writing.

Let’s just say some people never change. Some people are sad and tiny and capable of horrible, ugly things. People you would never have expected it from, even if they did betray you and you really should have learned your lesson by now.

Instead of wallowing in it, I’ll try to think a kind thought that one day they may evolve, and issue a wish to the universe that they never go through what they’ve put me through because no one deserves it.

Once every few months, Thunderbird pukes all over itself and all messages disappear from my inbox. Bye bye.

Logic would tell me to stop using Thunderbird, but then, I’m an idiot.