Once upon a time, I would get up early and rush to the stores for the after-Christmas sales. If my sister and I happened to be together, we would make a big shopping trip (including the time we were driving her borrowed mini-van and noticed that everyone on the road was passing us, and not understanding why everyone was going so fast since we were going over the speed limit, only to discover that the borrowed van was set on kilometers, which meant although we thought we were zooming along at 70 mph, we were actually plodding along at 70 kph - otherwise known as 43 mph).
Anyhow, at some point in the past several years, this particular pastime has lost its luster. Maybe it's because purchasing a gross of Christmas wrapping paper just doesn't give me the thrill that it once did. Maybe it's because I prefer to sleep a little later rather than get up at the crack of dawn to join all the other shoppers in their quest of all things Christmas. Maybe it's because I did a careful cost-benefit analysis and found that the savings were simply not worth it to this old lady.
So instead, today I set about taking down the Christmas tree (before you go all ballistic, GDiz is coming for the weekend and I needed to rearrange things. Also, I also try to have it down by Sam's birthday, which is next Tuesday. And at the rate I am currently getting things accomplished, I needed to start today!). I also started trying to sort out the various piles of stuff that have been sitting around since Doikmas.
Of course, next December I will wish I had purchased those gift tags that are probably on sale for a dime today. And I will probably have to pay full price for a roll of wrapping paper. Maybe next year Marilyn and I can meet up and stroll with our walkers to the mall ...
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Today is a gift because: Steve and Gdiz's safe travel to Nashville; Everley time
1 comment:
You're on next year! Maybe the nursing home will shuttle us over to the mall:)
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