Take stock, restock, reconsider. Those would be good words for today.
Much of my brain power is devoted to thinking/planning/conferring about my mom's next step. Even as she still is unable to take any steps at all. Still, we must plan for what happens now that she is getting to be more stable.
And my physical activity today? Well, Ed asked if I wanted to go for a hike. One stroll to the barn was enough for me. Too cold, too gray, too uninviting. Instead, I devote my exertions to wrapping packages. Just a few. And after breakfast of course.
I do feel a tad sorry for Ed, who is so much not a Christmas guy, even as he goes along with all my ideas on how these days should be spent. (We're discussing Christmas Day dinner. I'm sure he'd be happy with a can of beans, but no, I need to make it special and so we talk about the possibilities.)
Sometimes I did wonder if a more Jewish orientation toward this season on my part would have made him feel more comfortable with these weeks of holiday activity (though his family, much like the Jewish family I nannied for in my young adult years, was happy to put up a Christmas tree for the kids when they were little).
Did you celebrate Hanukkah? -- I asked him today.
No...
Oh well. Each family creates their own pool of traditions. My attachment will always be to Christmas. Even if the grandkids lived far away and I did not see them around the holidays, sad as this would be, I would wake up on December 24th and think -- it's Christmas Eve. How special!
Much of my brain power is devoted to thinking/planning/conferring about my mom's next step. Even as she still is unable to take any steps at all. Still, we must plan for what happens now that she is getting to be more stable.
And my physical activity today? Well, Ed asked if I wanted to go for a hike. One stroll to the barn was enough for me. Too cold, too gray, too uninviting. Instead, I devote my exertions to wrapping packages. Just a few. And after breakfast of course.
I do feel a tad sorry for Ed, who is so much not a Christmas guy, even as he goes along with all my ideas on how these days should be spent. (We're discussing Christmas Day dinner. I'm sure he'd be happy with a can of beans, but no, I need to make it special and so we talk about the possibilities.)
Sometimes I did wonder if a more Jewish orientation toward this season on my part would have made him feel more comfortable with these weeks of holiday activity (though his family, much like the Jewish family I nannied for in my young adult years, was happy to put up a Christmas tree for the kids when they were little).
Did you celebrate Hanukkah? -- I asked him today.
No...
Oh well. Each family creates their own pool of traditions. My attachment will always be to Christmas. Even if the grandkids lived far away and I did not see them around the holidays, sad as this would be, I would wake up on December 24th and think -- it's Christmas Eve. How special!
