Happy Boxing Day. It’s a shame that didn’t become an American Christmas tradition like Christmas trees and Silent night.
I’ve been giving money to the homeless. I know, I know, it’ll probably go for heroin but they’ll find the money anyway.
I know what a good new tradition might be. A lot of people make donations at the end of the year – Boxing Day might be a good day to do that. Or go someplace and make a donation. Walk into Planned Parenthood, or the local Red Cross or homeless shelter and write them a check.
Richie’s already done our year-end donations (alzheimers, adoption & family home, cancer, heart disease, habitat. I’ve given to the theater group a couple of times, but I just got the pledge stuff from the church so I’ll do that. So go and give!
Christmas was quiet – I slept till ten and then woke up singing “I slept till ten on Christmas day” to the tune of “I heard the bells on Christmas day.” I had a long FaceTime with the grandchildren on Christmas Eve and made a big pan of ziti for dinner. Tim seems to be fairly stable – we put him in a historic hotel in Placerville since prices in Tahoe skyrocketed during the Christmas season.
Hmmm. Quiet and just slightly melancholy, but okay. The week’s gonna be Loki (low-key) too. Life will move into regular gear after the new year (or maybe after Daniel leaves on Thursday). In the meantime I have to concentrate on one day at a time, not panicking about Tim, etc. I’ll nap a lot, watch tv, listen to music, cuddle the new kitties – (more on that later). I’m looking forward to getting back to writing (and sewing). So I’m still in a foggy, post-Christmas (well, I haven’t been sleeping well) daze.
Too logy to talk about 2017 – I’ll come back in a day or two when I’m feeling livelier. In the meantime, Merry Christmas, my darlings! Tell me how you spent Christmas Day/First day of Hannukah.