Things are getting nicely dicey around here (time wise). I know that for some people, December is just too long. For those who can't take yet another go around of Ella singing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas and for whom In the Bleak Winter (one of my favorites!) perfectly describes the mood of this month, the end of the holiday season cannot come soon enough.
But that's not me. In my view, the month that is interminably long is February. The calendar gods were clever to give it only 28.25 days. We'd go completely nuts if it were any longer than that.
December, on the other hand, is too short.
You might be itching to remind me that we are not yet in December. True. But the 3.5 weeks before Christmas are so short that I try to off load some tasks onto the end of November. And still, Deember is like an accelerated Mannheim Steamroller rendition of Deck the Halls.
I have Bon Appetit (the magazine, holiday edition) lying suggestively on the counter. I wont get to it. Or if I do, it will be with a wistful thought that I really should play around with some of the new recipes. Some year soon.
For now, I focus on what I need to do this week to meet the demands of next week. I'll be traveling then and since my trip is a short one, the more I do now, the less time I waste in the course of my days away.
But wait: I have to note the essentials! For example, overnight, we got a light coating of snow!
The cheepers thought it was too much. Note how they band together in two groups of three. They young girls...
... and the women of maturity!
And breakfast...
In the afternoon, a bouncy, happy Snowdrop comes over. She goes straight to my stack of holiday wrapping paper.
She has the idea that we should wrap things. From her, from me, to her babies, to her mommy, to her older doll. With love.
It's a sign that I will do anything for my kids. Even wrap (unnecessarily) a handful of (small) presents. Snowdrop is thrilled with her additions to the loot under the tree. Though she tells me -- gaga, I will need new mittens.
Why?
I gave my old ones to my Rosie (the rag doll).
Time for a book break.
To get reacquainted with the handful of ornaments...
To look outside...
To play with the characters.
And to greet Sparrow, who comes to pick her up.
Evening. Cook dinner, tidy up, sit back. Just for a few minutes. There's so much to do!
But that's not me. In my view, the month that is interminably long is February. The calendar gods were clever to give it only 28.25 days. We'd go completely nuts if it were any longer than that.
December, on the other hand, is too short.
You might be itching to remind me that we are not yet in December. True. But the 3.5 weeks before Christmas are so short that I try to off load some tasks onto the end of November. And still, Deember is like an accelerated Mannheim Steamroller rendition of Deck the Halls.
I have Bon Appetit (the magazine, holiday edition) lying suggestively on the counter. I wont get to it. Or if I do, it will be with a wistful thought that I really should play around with some of the new recipes. Some year soon.
For now, I focus on what I need to do this week to meet the demands of next week. I'll be traveling then and since my trip is a short one, the more I do now, the less time I waste in the course of my days away.
But wait: I have to note the essentials! For example, overnight, we got a light coating of snow!
The cheepers thought it was too much. Note how they band together in two groups of three. They young girls...
... and the women of maturity!
And breakfast...
In the afternoon, a bouncy, happy Snowdrop comes over. She goes straight to my stack of holiday wrapping paper.
She has the idea that we should wrap things. From her, from me, to her babies, to her mommy, to her older doll. With love.
It's a sign that I will do anything for my kids. Even wrap (unnecessarily) a handful of (small) presents. Snowdrop is thrilled with her additions to the loot under the tree. Though she tells me -- gaga, I will need new mittens.
Why?
I gave my old ones to my Rosie (the rag doll).
Time for a book break.
To get reacquainted with the handful of ornaments...
To look outside...
To play with the characters.
And to greet Sparrow, who comes to pick her up.
Evening. Cook dinner, tidy up, sit back. Just for a few minutes. There's so much to do!
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