I love December, the sense of expectation; the ending of another 365 days of history, for better or worse, and as always, the promise of a fresh start.
I love the visiting with people I rarely get to see because we’re all swimming madly to meet every -must do to keep living- lists, which mostly are about keeping groceries in stock. Yep, eating… that never gets old. Plus, you tend to rethink invitations when you remember that -company’s coming over- cleaning. Ugh. That got old for me by around 10:00am on January 1st.
I used to love shopping for those -just perfect for whomever- gifts. Somewhere around 2008, I lost the drive. Now, if I can’t find it and online, I employ my newest motto, “perfection is the enemy of good enough”.
Thus, I’m at that place in the month where I become the Al Bundy of the malls. I gladly stay home, sit on the couch in some grey polyester pants and stare mindlessly at a screen. Could even be only a window screen desperately in need of a serious vacuuming. Whatever. It keeps me safe from lineups and carts slamming into my Achilles tendons.
So, here we go, heading for the path of least resistance, Memeville Mall, which I happened to discover while staring at a screen….
And that, my friends, is all I’ve got for this week. Some of you are quite glad that’s over, and I understand. See you next week!