I'm tired. I had quite a weekend doing very little. I am posting some holiday pictures from years past because my tree is still outside, the decorations are still in the cellar, and I am contently taking my time making and buying presents for whoever I want to.
I love giving presents, I like that more than receiving them. I put some thought into gift giving so I don't make the preparations easy for myself. JB and I and Jessica and now my son-in-law Mike and of course Mr. Ryan all have Christmas stockings and we fill them with abundant little gifts that say "I think you'll like this because I know who you are." We sometimes take two hours just opening our stockings, one present at a time, ooohing and laughing at each little thoughtful present. On Christmas day we will cook a great dinner--this year roast beef and gravy, mashed potatoes, shrimp scampi, vegetables to be determined, and dammit, I'm going to try for the fifth time to make popovers that RISE!.
This weekend JB and I went to a craft fair and bought several gifts for our family and friends. There are gifts and bags all over the house, not to mention my scattered efforts to make my own cards and maybe create a few special little gifts for a few special friends. This weekend JB and I also finally began to tackle the cord of fire wood that has been piled mile high in the yard. I love to stack wood. I try to do it so it looks like a photo opportunity. My back doesn't like it, but I do.
Anyway, it's late and I'm rambling. I am not feeling stressed about the holidays and I'm glad about that. Last Christmas I was close to a basket case and I'm glad I'm not a basket case this year. I'm putting my efforts into being grateful and generous instead.