*Oh my gosh, December is half over! The year is nearly gone. How about we add another month to the calendar, say between December and January? A month of recuperation and no bills, a month of catching our breath and no spending. Actually, during Roman times, there used to be another month, Intercalaris, set between February and March, which had 27 days, but Julius Caesar abolished it. I could live with an extra 27 days a year, but the name definitely needs some tweeking.
*We have had a lot of wet and gray days so far this month, but the temperatures have not been cold that often. Wednesday, my dad, my brother, and I played golf. I wore a skort and a short-sleeved polo shirt, since it was in the 70s. However, there was fog and drizzle, and we pulled into an empty Canyon Lake Golf Course parking lot. (Guess we were the only fools daring to play.) I donned my large-brimmed visor and one of Dad’s huge windbreakers to shield me from the wetness. We covered the golf carts’ seats with towels and took off. By the fourth hole, the sleeves of the windbreaker (not a rainbreaker) were soaked and my arms were chilled. The wind had picked up, so my legs goosebumped on and off, too. Dad loaned me his giant sweater to wear and we persevered. The miserable conditions kept the golf balls from rolling or flying very far, which we have always relied upon to keep our scores down. After nine holes, we were ready to quit and dry off. None of us did well, and we each lost a ball or two, but it was kind of fun. Not that we want to repeat it anytime soon. 🙂
*There’s a wreath on the front door and our Christmas tree is up, but we are foregoing putting up stockings and outside lights. Every year we would like to do less and less for Christmas, but we are trapped in family tradition. Although most of the adults in the family would rather gather sans gifts, there are several holdouts who refuse to let go of the commercial end of the holiday…The fewest number Mom and Dad have ever had at their home on Christmas day was twenty-seven; the most has been over forty. Add in all the presents and food and you have totally unenjoyable chaos. We practical ones have suggested: 1)drawing names; 2)only giving to the children; 3)having a white elephant exchange; 4)volunteering at a shelter; and 5)just playing games/talking/eating – rejected, rejected, rejected, rejected, rejected, and rejected. (shrug) Next year, Danny and I will probably spend the holidays with our kids in California.