I spent yesterday making pizzelles and posole. The pizzelles are spread all over my kitchen, soon to be bundled up into squares of cellophane, beribboned and given to co-workers. The posole is in the fridge, soon to be skimmed and placed into a crock pot and eaten tonight.
I didn’t know my son and family were coming over before Christmas. They are gone to Nebraska to her folks for Christmas, so I thought I would make them a dinner when they got back. But my son called on Saturday and asked if they could come tonight. I could actually hear how much he wanted to be here and of course I said yes. If I were smart, I would have planned to order pizza instead of making this elaborate soup. We will have a lovely pre-Christmas dinner tonight.
So regretting not taking these two days off. I do not have my knitting done. All of the grandchildren’s presents are done and that is the important thing. But I really wanted to have my son’s hat done for tonight. Father and son watch caps. They are so fricking cute. I am within a few inches of having the big one done. Maybe I can sneak a few stitches at work today? At lunch, I can do it at lunch.
I must get rolling. Maybe after today it will really be done. I am exhausted and have dark circles under my eyes. Envying celebrities who get a few days in the hospital for “exhaustion.” Ha! I know it’s code for something else, but wouldn’t it be nice to be secluded away with nothing to do but read a book or two? And maybe someone would bring a posey to me?
OK, sorry for the stream of consciousness. I can see that I am wrapped up and not in gratitude.
Yesterday morning my sponsee went with me to my home group. It was one of my friend’s 36th anniversary. He is such a humble man. I left that room grateful. And the drives back and forth were wonderful with this woman who has had such a hard time in her sobriety. I love her.
I’m grateful, really, I am.