I have very little of interest to report, but I come here out of habit.
Yesterday was mostly consumed with taking down the Christmas decorations and trying to right the house. There is a whole song written about the melancholy of taking down a Christmas tree and I don't feel melancholy; I am usually very happy to be moving to a new season and making our house quieter.
As I was taking all the ornaments off the tree alone yesterday, I did feel an emotion and it was rage.
Someone had wrapped the wire hooks on some of the ornaments (those really flexible long hooks that I hate) enthusiastically around the branches. It took both hands and a lot of effort to disengage them.
So far Mark and Adam have pled innocent so that leaves Emma.
She will blame Braeden because she always does even when he lives a few states away.
I went to physical therapy yesterday and they had me do a new exercise that was really hard both physically (strength and range of motion-wise) and mentally (I lacked the coordination).
Nothing like feeling like a clumsy weakling and then heading home to rage at a Christmas tree....
I feel good about today. I have errands and need to drop by my school, but I am also looking forward to feathering our nest a little around here.
And sitting in my chair and reading.
1 comment:
Yikes! Remind me to never get involved with your Christmas tree. I'm scared of your rage.
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