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debgeislerUnder normal circumstances, when my husband suggests he would get me an expensive present for Christmas and asks which of 7 choices do I want...I’d pick the cheapest or the second from the bottom, because greed annoys me, I don’t need the fancy one, and there are people who can barely afford food right now.
Not this time.
I snarled at my inner responsible grownup, picked the second best (because the best one is sized wrong for me), requested the color I like, and slapped myself upside the head (where that “petulant” description comes from) and told my inner adult to STFU.
Want a toy.
Pathetic, isn’t it?
It’s been a hideous and wonderful and agonizing and soulful and sad and joyful and divisive and unifying year. And I’m feeling like a kid who wants a new toy so I feel better.
Might blubber.
Gonna get the toy...and then be sure to help other people, make them feel good about life, make some cookies, support charities, be nice to my students, enjoy my friends and loved ones, and try to help some more.
And maybe on Christmas, but definitely by New Year’s Day **2021**, I’ll sit by the fire, play with my new toy (no, it’s not a car), and enjoy the great company of my cat and my husband. My husband - who also said that if we couldn’t get the toy by Christmas, I should tell him what else I wanted, and I could have that. Too.
There are days when my worst nightmare is that I’ll wake up and find out he has been a dream. Then I realize that my imagination is just not that good. :-)
Merry, Happy, Joyous. Play with a toy. Eat paste. Be well and safe.
Not this time.
I snarled at my inner responsible grownup, picked the second best (because the best one is sized wrong for me), requested the color I like, and slapped myself upside the head (where that “petulant” description comes from) and told my inner adult to STFU.
Want a toy.
Pathetic, isn’t it?
It’s been a hideous and wonderful and agonizing and soulful and sad and joyful and divisive and unifying year. And I’m feeling like a kid who wants a new toy so I feel better.
Might blubber.
Gonna get the toy...and then be sure to help other people, make them feel good about life, make some cookies, support charities, be nice to my students, enjoy my friends and loved ones, and try to help some more.
And maybe on Christmas, but definitely by New Year’s Day **2021**, I’ll sit by the fire, play with my new toy (no, it’s not a car), and enjoy the great company of my cat and my husband. My husband - who also said that if we couldn’t get the toy by Christmas, I should tell him what else I wanted, and I could have that. Too.
There are days when my worst nightmare is that I’ll wake up and find out he has been a dream. Then I realize that my imagination is just not that good. :-)
Merry, Happy, Joyous. Play with a toy. Eat paste. Be well and safe.
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on 2020-12-30 03:00 am (UTC)