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It's beginning to feel a lot like...holy crap, Christmas!

I don't know where the year has gone, I just don't. There have been many many happenings, some good, some neutral, some shitty, but mostly everything has gone super fast. Super. Fast.

Maybe it's the turning 50 thing.

Maybe it's the being in school thing.

Maybe it's the leaving the company I have been with since Day 2 and becoming a consultant. (Which, by the way, I think is for grownups and I really, apparently, don't view myself that way most of the time. Go figure.)

Maybe it's the fact that each day is packed with more than I can possibly manage well, so there is much juggling taking place.

In any case, we're here. The week before Christmas, and all through the house...we're waiting for Son to come home so we can set up the tree and decorate. Daughter got in Saturday night, which was amazing and I realized I NEVER want to go so very long EVER again without seeing that girl. EVER.

Son is currently in Amsterdam blowing off some steam and enjoying the...beauty of the city, I'm told. In a few days, he's back in the high desert and navigating the ridiculousness of our family.

On tap for the holiday:

Set up tree. Decorate house. Apple cider, fire blazing, cheesy carols playing, much silliness is expected with this one.

Shop. Son and his sis like to shop together..and they have a great time.

Relax.

Cook amazing food together. We all love love love to cook. When we get together the dishwasher is constantly humming, the smells emanating from our kitchen rival Wolfang Puck any day of the week, and there is much bickering and tasting and smelling and muttering as we collaborate and create culinary delights. It's AWESOME time.

Watch movies. Popular, not popular, socially relevant, old cheesy, chick flicks, Spaghetti westerns, action..you name it, we'll watch it. And love it.

Board games. I know...but we have a blast. And everyone, I've found, cheats. What the hell? Who knew Scrabble could be so cutthroat...and flexible when it comes to rules. There's the 'clean' Scrabble, and the 'Cussing allowed' version which makes me blush, honestly. I didn't know there were that many names for the private parts of the human body. Seriously.

Bond. In any and every way possible. Over lazy breakfasts, long, langorous dinners, afternoon teas...doesn't matter. We just seem to reconnect...with a little time, a few days...and some space.

Get a kitty. We lost our beloved Tipper Ann 2 months ago, and I've been a basket case ever since. I am truly one of those dotty not so old ladies..who carries on full length conversations with her cat. I never realized how much Tipper and I interacted...how much time she logged on my lap...basically, if I was sitting down, (which was a lot..studying, then working...)..she was ON me. Purring and owning me.  May Tipper Ann rest in peace. She is missed.  My kiddos had a meeting, and decided I need a kitty at all times. Need, not want. Something in me is hardwired to require feline companionship. They know this. And they pulled their Dad into the conversation. So, when Son gets home, we'll be out getting a new member of the household. I will share pics as appropriate, I promise. :)

That seems like a lot of stuff, but most people have that much going on right now. It's the holidays. We tend to focus and socialize and try to jam months of distance into moments of togetherness...

I hope you are all warm, safe, and bothered by such issues as what gift to choose for Aunt Mabel the most picky woman in EVER or what to take to take to the annual ugly sweater party for an appetizer. I really do.

Be well, and Happy, Happy Holidays my friends!

Stevie


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