Oh the joys of November and pre-Christmas in central, fingerlakes, upstate New York! I have decided to describe where I am because even my friends on Face Book accuse (yes, accuse) me of being in New York City. I’ve been in New York City three times in my life:
1) Taking my dog to Westminster who, while walking (or running with the crowd) down the side walk picked up a piece of gum and had fun chewing it as we went in.
2) Taking the same dog to Westminster with my handler from Maine who, after dark decided to take a walk (and I decided like a dummy to go with him). As we turned the corner and saw the barrels with fire in them and the people standing around them I turned around as he was saying “Oh! isn’t this wonderful”. I did nag enough to get him to finally turn around and go the other way.
3) Taking that same darn dog to the Montgomery Specialty in Bucks County, PA, with my hubby in his old large Chevy pickup with cover (we couldn’t afford anything else since we were showing that dog) when somehow we got sucked under that long, long bridge and BINGO there we were in NY City. After a bit of panic we found our way out despite all the people in the one way streets that don’t look at anyone else even if they are going to be run over. We had our windshield washed at least 12 times and purchased a full bouquet individually.
Now where was I? Oh goodness, I hadn’t even started!
The joy of November… the brown mud and tan grass, the brown fir trees and leafless deciduous trees. The brown water puddles, the grey, dreary skies, the brown birds – even the geese are gone. So cheerful and enervating – just makes you want to dance with joy. After your nap. Makes you ready to do your pre-Christmas fun of rushing through Thanksgiving because the countdown has started, by eating a brown turkey with brown stuffing and gravy. Then dragging the decorations up and the tree – if you are silly, you can go purchase a tree, cut it off and watch it turn brown along with the floor under it. Or, you can purchase a live tree and add another fir tree to your already 30 fir trees in your yard in the spring. Then you open the boxes that were packed so well last year when you were sick of Christmas and just wanted them out of sight. Then sort them and throw away the precious glass ones that broke and untangle all the aluminum strings and pearl strings and lights and then have to run out and purchase new lights anyway because for some reason these don’t work. Ahhh! and then you get to put your decorations all over the house and wonder where to put that tree drawing made from a handprint and where to put all the things on the dressers where the decorations are going to go, stick the decorations on the windows to cover that brown because it still hasn’t snowed.
Now that the kids are off your back you can get our your address book and start labeling cards. I always write my return address and addressee address because I think it is so tacky to use stickers or computers, but, did they send you one last year? If they didn’t then why should you send them one? I mean, you have to mortgage the house to purchase postage now-a-days to send a cheap looking card. (Advertisement here to visit your local antique dealer and buy old Christmas cards during the year) Even if I use an old used Christmas card I either cross off the old sender’s name or for a little excitement and to keep those letters flowing to me I leave the old name and put “and Debbie and Paul”. That always wakes people up. Who the heck is Edith?
When you have permanent hand cramp (unless you have sent a copied Christmas letter telling me how much money you have and toys and good luck and new clothes and fun) instead of a little note you can start wrapping the presents!!! Luckily you have been visiting all those antique shops and picking up cheap, fun, interesting things as presents so you don’t have to brave the crowds to buy things that fall apart in one week or furniture made of particle board that warps when wet. Right? So, all you have to do is wrap them. Again, you have been visiting your local antique stores for old paper (even old newspapers) and bows and ribbons and do-dads that make your presents special even before they are opened and are just as easy to wrap but fun also. Unless…..you don’t use those bags do you? OH NO!!!! Well, that adds the old personal touch doesn’t it? You can recycle those forever, also, and you don’t have to spend any time at all on your friends because they probably aren’t worth it anyway!
Hoo Boy! Do you think I should stop for this post? Probably a good idea. Either way – y’all have a maaavelous Christmas and because of what it means now to everyone – may we hope it goes by fast!!!


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