Yesterday afternoon/evening (about 4pm, I think, but it felt later since it gets dark here so early) I took A. and the dog for a walk around town. We still don’t have any snow on the ground, but the mountains are very white. Usually at this time of year, I want snow everywhere, it just makes things (Holidays especially) seem a little more festive. Yesterday, though, I realized that I’m really enjoying the long fall we’ve had, the sparseness of bare tree limbs and the bare frozen ground that glitters when you look at it right. A. and I ended up at the big playground and she climbed up and went down the baby slide about five times by herself (and by that, I mean I held her hand to keep her from shooting off the edge into the woodchips).
Although I’m loving the Christmas tree we cut last weekend and set up in the living room, I haven’t done ANY Christmas shopping yet…so I’m starting to worry a little (tho not enough to actually motivate me to shop…) I don’t know if it’s the prospect of store-hopping with an extremely wiggly toddler, or the fact that I’m looking at money a little differently since I started working again. A $50 charge at a store now translates to me as over 5 whole hours of my life that I didn’t spend gardening, or writing poetry, or hiking in the mountains, or reading to my daughter…so that’s a pretty steep price. Plus I’d rather make/create gifts that have some thought behind them…although every year I harbor delusions that I’m really crafty, then after several hot-glue burns, jammed sewing machines, and huge messes usually including some kind of non-washable paint…I remember that I’m really not! So here I sit, absolutely unprepared for the impending holiday…and really not too concerned about it!
Although I’m loving the Christmas tree we cut last weekend and set up in the living room, I haven’t done ANY Christmas shopping yet…so I’m starting to worry a little (tho not enough to actually motivate me to shop…) I don’t know if it’s the prospect of store-hopping with an extremely wiggly toddler, or the fact that I’m looking at money a little differently since I started working again. A $50 charge at a store now translates to me as over 5 whole hours of my life that I didn’t spend gardening, or writing poetry, or hiking in the mountains, or reading to my daughter…so that’s a pretty steep price. Plus I’d rather make/create gifts that have some thought behind them…although every year I harbor delusions that I’m really crafty, then after several hot-glue burns, jammed sewing machines, and huge messes usually including some kind of non-washable paint…I remember that I’m really not! So here I sit, absolutely unprepared for the impending holiday…and really not too concerned about it!
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