The Migratoryness of Days in Postcards 4

Pigs for Christmas?

Margot is coming by to get her child support this morning, and she will be taking all her presents home with her. Daughter Laka got one…and it was a little over budget. Yes, we have a budget for the kids holiday gifts. Daughter Margot got all sorts of seven, two, five, forty, and three dollar things plus a little cash. It looks very unequal, but financially it’s equal.

We will be returning from our trip on the 26th, and will stop by Margot’s house on the way home. Another friend is in town the same day at the same time, and I think we will not be seeing her because of this. Missing her “fer sure.” I miss my cranky and loved daughter Laka too and so wish she would be here rather than there. Ah well. I hope she is happy there.

Christmas and Grandkids. They are one of the sorrows of my life. One family isn’t speaking to us because we are not proper Christians. Another, much loved family, has been seen only fractionally all year as illness and other important things have kept them close to home. We used to email or chat on Facebook. No more, and I miss the contact. Reluctantly, G and I have made the decision that if a grandkid makes no effort to contact us this year, we shan’t send them a present. Just a card if we have their email addresses.

I hate that decision.

Cards. I sent out e-cards this year, but the new email program didn’t let me address them properly. You would have had a good laugh at me and my frustrations as I struggled with the addresses. In some cases I sent out three cards perhaps to the same person. I can’t see the BCC’s, so I have no idea what I did. Grrrrrr. Those cards haven’t migrated back en mass, so maybe I did something right.

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Margot has been and gone….happily. All the presents are packed into her car and they are heading north now to miss the incoming rain. She says she won’t put them out as she is a peeker. Zoe is a peeker too. “You have to put them out,” I said sternly…half in pretend. Our tree looks bare now without presents. Interesting how presents migrate.

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• Himself: (Getting him to put new pictures up on his blog makes me need to go to Alanon.) Gym, work, a couple of meals, and a triple NCIS night.
• Herself: Hit two thrift stores looking for a new black coat and several new lime green shirts. Found the coat. Today: Gym, 5 minutes with M, maybe more shirt searching. Dinner? Maybe meatloaf. All these decisions.
• Reading: An author that I’m almost fond of. He get’s his main characters in horrible difficulties and lets the bad guy take over a lot of the book…in Italics too.
• Balance: Not thinking of how fast my days are migrating.