Year End

Another month has passed since I have written. Thanksgiving and Christmas passed with it. It's fine. Not much happened in my world if you don't count impeaching a corrupt President. I'm sure that you would have all loved being regaled with my opinions on that, yeah, that's unlikely. Though I must say, I did laugh more watching that shit show than I have in the entire year previously. It is ridiculous the length to which some have chosen to go to defend the indefensible. My mantra became, "Why protect him? He won't pay your bail".

With the holidays, we did a whole lot of cooking and partying as well as shopping. Too much of that, in fact. I am quite penniless right now and have a whole week before I can expect another deposit into my bank account. It's fine. I have more than I need to survive for a week. I feel fortunate in that regard.

This week alone, we celebrated Ken's birthday, Christmas eve and Christmas day, which included meals, appetizers and deserts for all. We also went to Everett to have a party with my sisters oldest friends, and had coffee and shopping with neighbors. Then there are all the parades and open houses etc.

What I missed was my own friends and traditions. I have failed this past six months to establish myself into a church home. So I had no Christmas eve service to go to. And I have no real friends either. I have no one to blame but myself. I haven't really tried all that hard. I have enjoyed doing my own thing and not being influenced by the whims of the crowd. I did need the time alone. Still, I felt a bit homesick because of the lack of them. Thankfully, my home church posted the Christmas eve service on Facebook and I was able to tearfully watch. It was good to have a bit of the familiar to hold on to.

While some celebrating is fine and dandy, by last evening I was well past my prime with it. Three parties in a week and we had merry makers coming over to give and collect gifts. I was done. They were my nieces friends, so I left Karen and Nora to entertain them while I slipped off into my room. Providing food, drink and entertainment aside, I was just done with being around others. I needed to acquiesce to my inner hermit. I thought that I'd indulge in social media or crafts, but it was not just my mind, but my body that needed to decompress. I was in bed before 9:00. That has been a rare occurrence since I went through puberty.

Cheese is still with us, though he is more decrepit for the passing of time. I had been allowing him to sleep on my bed, but he became of the opinion that he didn't need to move off  to relieve himself. I finally had to ban him to a place more adjacent to the litter box we'd set up for him. He doesn't use it. He regained the ability to take himself outside to do his business. I suppose it was being put out that woke him to the realization that his privations needed to be taken care of in an area that don't inconvenience the rest of the family. He has reassumed his positions on the couch in the living room.

Coming up, I have few plans for the new year. I need to get my social security on board. I become eligible for it next month. I have a calendar to help me be more mindful of what day it is. I hope to use the current chilly weather to inspire more knitting. And I have re-kindled my lost passion for counted cross stitch. The wedding won't take place until March of 2021, so I have no travel plans. I will just see where this coming year takes me...