Sitting…on the loveseat in front of the Christmas tree.
Liking…the colder, gray-er weather. I love fall, y’all know that, but I like winter too. Of course, it isn’t technically winter yet and some of my Canadian friends may protest we here in the deep South have no concept of winter at all; but still…I like the cold. I suppose it suits my gray melancholy tendencies.
Nearly finished…putting out all the Christmas stuff. I hesitate to call it decor because, really, it’s just a hodge podge of things we’ve collected over the years. No rhyme, no reason and certainly no theme. I put up two trees this year–yes, I did–something I once did in years past before I succumbed to the Grinch-side. We have so many ornaments and I thought, hey, it wouldn’t be that much extra trouble. Yeah, that’s what I thought. Let’s just say multiple trips to Lowe’s were involved as well as a serious testing of one’s Christmas spirit, whatever that is.
Excited…about the rain boots my sister gave me. I lamented my lack of such boots throughout the wet and rainy football and soccer season. Now that I finally have some, our outdoor sporting events have given way to basketball, which is, as you know, indoors. However, it’s wet and rainy today and I’m contemplating wearing them to take my son to the orthodontist but I’m unsure about rain boot protocol. Are they just for outside wear like football and soccer games? Is it a fashion faux pas to wear them to the orthodontist or the grocery store? Any fashionistas out there–please weigh in on this very important topic!
Shopping…nearly completed and nearly all online! Love Cyber Monday!
Reevaluating…my assertion to my husband that I thought I was quitting blogging. I actually thought I was and, yet, here I am. I’m not sure exactly why but this post of Kim’s somehow spurred me on. Not sure how long it’ll last but evidently I’m not done yet.
Re-reading…Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus: Experiencing the Peace and Promise of Christmas in celebration of this Advent season. Good stuff.
Missing…three Christmas parties this week because of mommy duties. Bummer.
Avoiding…serious contemplation of my December calendar. Suffice it to say it’s C R A Z Y. One day at a time, that’s all we can do.
Fighting…for joy during this season. I am a little ashamed at the elusive nature of my joy during this time of celebration of Jesus’ birth. I want to blame it on basketball or commercialism or materialism or any of the other pressures, expectations and obligations that characterize December as we know it–but the truth is, I may not feel joy but I can choose it. And I want to. I want to choose to remember and rejoice in wonder and worship. The Word became flesh and dwelt among us and by God’s grace we see His glory, the glory of the One and Only. Amen and amen.