CHRISTMAS

Today is the twelfth day of Christmas. Unfortunately, I do not see any drummers or partridges or swans or anything.. Oh, well. Not sure why people are so eager to be over with Christmas. We always took the tree down on the twelfth day, Epiphany, the day the wise men showed up. Present day in some cultures, cause those guys brought gifts. I do not celebrate a religious holiday, though, just a winter solstice, days will be getting longer kind of thing.

Have been really struggling with pain, which is why I am not posting much, in case anybody noticed. Hard to think when you are in a lot of pain. Living on Celebrex and Tylenol, which really do not help all that much. Am applying to get more help, but the government only helps the really, really rich, and the rest of us can go hang, for all they care. Seems that way, anyway. The hoops you have to go through to get someone to come in for an hour or two a week to do the things you can’t, like cook. Fingers crossed anyway, but even if I qualify for something, I expect it all to be taken away again, including the assistance I already get, once the MAGA’s wishes come true and Trump destroys every one they hate. They will be destroyed, too, because if they think he will skip over them, I don’t want to be there when they find out how very, very badly they have been conned, and how truly important it is not to just believe everything you are told, especially from a proven liar. Denial is not just a rive in Egypt, as they say.

old but still valid

Anyway, time to put Christmas away, except I am not doing that, because my few small decorations just brighten up the winter season, so why not keep them around to cheer me up? I bought a very cute tree after Christmas, cause I missed having one, and Gertrude and trees do not go together. So I paid 4.88 for this tree. It is so teeny and cute, Just like Gertrude used to be.

when she was teeny and cute

HAPPY WINTER HOLIDAYS

I so want to be here.

How’s that for generic? For the first time in years, so many I can’t remember, I will not be alone on Christmas. Today, a friend is coming over, my homemaker is coming (She insisted. I love my homemaker), and later DD2 and I are going to drive around and look at Christmas lights, and have our traditional Christmas Eve Dutch Lunch. Dutch Lunch is something we used to get at a tavern near the steel mill in Pueblo, Colorado. It became our tradition. It is Italian bread and why can’t you get real Italian bread anymore. It is not bad bread in the shape of Italian bread, but terrible. Every store now seems to sell this. I bought baguettes instead. Provolone, capicola (sp), and cotto salami, the one with peppercorns. Banana peppers and beer. Dutch Lunch. I think my friend is bringing cookies, I hope, or we won’t have Christmas cookies. I can’t bake, and I tried to think of everything we’d need, but forgot cookies. Tomorrow we are having chinese food, and figs wrapped in phyllo dough (frozen appetizers). I am excited. I got used to the being alone for every single holiday, but it never stopped being sad.

Dear Daughter

My DD2. She has amazed me. She can be prickly (spectrum issues) and moody( body chem issues), but she is so very kind and caring, and thoughtful and generous and helpful, and she does so many little things that seem completely unimportant but make such a difference. Replacing the towels when she gathers the laundry, opening the cat litter box for me, peeling the gold foil off the beer bottle. She doesn’t tell me, and I just notice it when I go to do something, and it makes my life of pain and exhaustion SO MUCH EASIER. I don’t know how it happened, but I have really great kids. Hope you all have great families, too.

Dear Daughter
. Well,
her feet anyway.

My friend’s new puppy.

So in the middle of this, my friend came over, and I suddenly became super hyper and full of energy and talking about things I want to cook. Prednisone, the wonder drug right up until it kills you, has kicked in. For sure. Happy Winter Holidays, all of you lovely people out there.