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December Diatribe

Friday
I really should not be writing anything today. My to-do list is a mile long – and those are just the starred “must, really, really get done today” items. But if I wait until I actually have time to write it might be Feb. before I get back on here.

This has been the hardest December I’ve had in many years. And it’s not even because Paul is dead. I have just been so stressed and so busy and so sick. Add in a church Christmas program, a school program, weekly therapy appointments for a couple of kids, Christmas shopping, some sick kids this week, decorating, preparing meals for hunters, scouring up layers of clothing for my hunters, butchering next week, several finals and papers, all due at once, and I’m a candidate for the looney bin! Next year I am starting earlier.

Like in July.

I have been to two different doctors in the past two weeks. I was grocery shopping a week and a half ago and finally thought to myself, “I just can’t do this anymore.” I checked out and went stra…

My Weakness, His Strength

Sunday

I had intended to hang my Christmas fence garland this afternoon, but it is pouring rain right now. Maybe I’ll wait. In the meantime, I have Christmas music blaring all over the house, thanks to the kids. It’s a little disconcerting to have Toby Mac singing about Christmas, a singing reindeer playing “Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer” and my snow globe trilling about wishing us a Merry Christmas – especially when they are all in the same room with each other.



So yes, Thanksgiving is over and it is officially the Christmas season. And – I’m doing ok. Normally, this time of year puts me a real funk. Around the first or second week of Nov. I noticed I was feeling a little more heavy-hearted and then it occurred to me that the holidays were approaching and it suddenly made a little more sense as to why I was feeling that way. But I’m doing all right now, I feel. Maybe this will be my best holiday season yet, post marriage. We’ll see.



Ellie…well, her goodness that I wrote abou…