“The best of times was when I got to see Christmas through the eyes of my own children. That was glorious; a sort of rebirth of joy for me.
They grew up. And no matter how I try, there is no recreating that special time. I get it, but I still try. In the process, I turn into a shrew. (Insert “B” word here).”
It is with great joy that I start up a new personal calendar, turning the page, as it were.
I enjoy the annual exercise of recording important dates in the upcoming year, mostly birthdays, anniversaries, special events in the life of our friends and family.
Interesting side note: There was no reproductive sex in the month of April in our very large extended family…no birthdays at all in January. Not sure what that is all about ??
The real reason for my love of January….. we survived another holiday season.
Sometime just before Thanksgiving, I turn into a person I barely recognize. I obsess over the celebrations in so many unnecessary ways.
For Thanksgiving, it’s all about the food. I approach it the same OCD way if I…
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