By Georgia Osten
It’s always like this after the Christmas Holidays for me. I go and go and shop and shop and cook and cook, do I need to go on? Anyway, this past weekend really brought it home for me. Sure, we trekked on over to Friendswood for an early morning swim meet, we spent valuable time with the Kids and Grands. I saw all three of my children and 6 out of 8 Grands, priceless! We got to see Addyson compete, and later found out they were called back for another meet because Addyson placed 11 among 54 girls in the 200 backstroke. One proud Grandma over here.
Of course, we got sprayed with salt water on the ferry ride back home, so I gathered my bucket and sponge to go out in the freezing cold to wash the car down. My dear neighbor came walking over with some of her fantastic home baked bread. Well, there’s that, I thought – DINNER!
I still had her container from Christmas that held spicy sugary pecans, empty and clean since then. I proceeded to make up a batch of fudge with pecans of course. They got most of the batch and my husband begged me to take the rest to the EMS folks up here at the Fire Station. It’s no good having stuff like that around the house, when we’re both working on trying to shed those pounds we put on during the holidays.
My revelation, things have slowed down, it’s too cold and miserable to be outside, even though, goodness knows, there’s plenty to be done out there in my gardens. Here’s a sure sign I need to find a project at home, how ‘bout a puzzle? I admitted to my husband yesterday, “I really like being at home, but I’m excited to go back to work on Monday.” He says he understands, but my friends will never understand … They wonder why I work anyway?
Now that Christmas is put away, I have plenty of space for the big table. I’d better get caught up on the laundry and cleaning, because I’m absolutely useless when there’s a puzzle to ponder.
There’s always reading. Speaking of, I’m slowly making it through my book right now in hopes my new book arrives soon. I just hate ending a really good read!
Hope you all have a rainy day, cabin fever type of project.
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[1-13-2020]
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