Beware the Curmudgeon Among Us

My last post was kind of 'dark' and I really expected no one would comment.  I was surprised at the number and at the profundity of the comments.  I thank you for this.  Wish we could all sit around a table, have some tea and cookies and share thoughts with each other.

I get so excited about Christmas...the lights, cutting down the tree, the music, the decorations, the schmaltzy stories on Hallmark and Lifetime channels... I love it all.  And then  just like "that" it's over and we plunge into a gray January and the chores of removing browned pine roping, dead wreaths, and needle-dropping trees.  In dealing with "Resolutioners" who take up precious parking spaces at the gym and inside on MY machines.

Maybe it's time to make like the bears and frogs and turtles, and burrow down and get 'cozy-warm'.  It's time to drink hot tea with lemon and honey, make soup with little meatballs, bake loaves of breads dripping with sweet butter...It's time to plan a few small get-togethers with neighbors and perhaps friends we haven't seen in a while.  We'll all make chili and share...maybe get together for that highest of holy days: Super Bowl Sunday. And maybe it's not so gray afterall.

The Checklist

1.    Alstromeria and dwarf Meyer lemon tree placed outside for the season.

2.    List made for weekend activities:  edge the flower beds, fill pots with soil and fertilizer, wash front windows and put in screens.

3.    Cardio and weight workout completed.  This also included schmoozing and some knee-slapping, raucous laughter with a number of older gym goers.  These gentlemen are a real hoot.  Fodder for another post.

4.    Yesterday I reached my tolerance level with our house that also serves as the office for our family business, and a hostel for our adult children and their pets.  I vacuumed the living room (aka baby's play room), dining room, kitchen, family room, and sun porch.  Then, I retrieved a bucket, filled it with hot, hot water, SpicNSpan, and Clorox and carried it out to the sun porch, not before I realized, however, that there was a huge hole in the bottom of the bucket!  So my kitchen floor was inadvertently washed as well.  I grabbed another bucket, transferred what was left to it and added more water and soap, and swabbed the tile in the sun porch -- in some places twice -- singing all the while "There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza..."  I hate it when songs get stuck in my head -- especially when I don't even like the song!

5.   I slept well last night...