Managing to find acceptable components for a costume that my daughter Erin wears for her school play, the Gilbert & Sullivan operetta, HMS Pinafore.
Buying a Christmas tree.
Managing to do most of our modest Christmas shopping on-line.
In a fit of insanity, sending out Evites to resurrect the Christmas Eve open house that our family held for decades.
Finally putting up the pictures on the walls, getting rid of most of the inside moving clutter (still lots of outside clutter to deal with, if it ever stops raining on the West Coast).
Celebrating our 20th wedding anniversary with leftovers and wine—I didn’t feel well enough for a big celebration and we couldn’t afford it anyway—and realizing that cuddling on the couch is a perfectly fine way to spend a milestone anniversary. Love you, Pete.
Actually managing to decorate the Christmas tree, more than ten days AFTER we bought it.
Welcoming dear friends from Brooklyn to spend Christmas with us.
Welcoming my stepdaughter Maureen to celebrate Christmas in San Francisco for the first time in a decade.
Taking matters into our own hands when IKEA sold out of the prefab gingerbread house pieces.
Marveling that the gingerbread house actually stands.
Enjoying the Christmas pageant at Grace Cathedral, legions of angels, shepherds, kings, queens, even a donkey and lambs!
Pulling off the Christmas Eve open house, a holiday miracle indeed.
Letting go of some OCD Christmas details: mini stockings at Xmas dinner, English Christmas crackers. I was the only one who noticed. We had a grand time, the roast came out perfectly and all was merry and jolly. Take that, Martha Stewart!
Cleaning out the garage, the last bastion of moving chaos, the day after Christmas.
Getting stepdaughter Maureen’s moving truck loaded to move her stuff up to Oregon.
Admitting that I’m exhausted. Accomplishing not much for the last couple days, and realizing that that’s just fine.