“Rats. Nobody sent me a Christmas card today. I almost wish there weren’t a holiday season. I know nobody likes me. Why do we have to have a holiday season to emphasize it?”

It is warmish at 42˚. The sky is a deep blue and clear of clouds. The breeze is slight. Today is another lovely day. My plans are to stay home, watch a few Christmas movies and write out my Christmas cards. I am watching Santa Jaws. A great white is terrorizing a coastal community. The shark has bells on his tail and a Santa hat on his fin. Ho! Ho! Ho!

Last night I found out a back scratcher is a multi-use tool. My glasses fell into the small space between the table and the couch, a space too small for my hand but large enough to eat glasses. I moved the back scratcher back and forth under the couch, no glasses. Next, I moved everything from in front of the table, no small task and no glasses. The table couldn’t be moved so I had to tilt it. I could see the glasses behind the table in a pile of dust and among all sorts of fallen debris too far for my hand to reach. My handy dandy tool, aka the back scratcher, was perfect for the job. I hooked the glasses, but they fell back into the dust. Undeterred I tried again and finally snagged the glasses. I was triumphant. All in all it took me forty-five minutes.

The good news is about Gwen. She had her sugar level checked on Friday, our once a week vet trip. For the first time her count had gone down, and she’d gained a pound. The vet was quite pleased. She said we’d found the sweet spot. Her next check is in a month.

When I was a kid, in the fifth grade, we sang carols uptown in the square. All the schools were taking turns. A stage of sorts was placed in front of the Children’s Corner store. The stage had a grey base, and it sort of wiggled a bit when you jumped. We all jumped. The teacher in charge shut us down. I remember people stopping to watch and listen. I felt the same way a diva must feel during the aria. We were enthusiastic singers belting out each song. I thought we were wonderful.

When I was a kid, the mailman used to come twice a day before Christmas, in the morning and in the afternoon. Each time, the mailbox by the front door was filled with cards. My mother kept a small metal file box decorated with Christmas trees. It was filled with index cards each with a name and address. She kept track of her sent cards and who sent cards in return. If they didn’t send a card for a couple of years, they were off the list and relegated to the back of the box, an exile of sorts. My names and addresses were torn off envelopes and kept in an old card box. I just have to find the box.

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4 Comments on ““Rats. Nobody sent me a Christmas card today. I almost wish there weren’t a holiday season. I know nobody likes me. Why do we have to have a holiday season to emphasize it?””

  1. Rowen Says:

    I just had to look up Santa Jaws. Surely a movie that started as a title.

    At one point, I got so lazy about addresses that I would just stab the envelope to a bulletin board and it would sit there all year.

    The number of paper cards I get seems a little smaller every year, which is too bad. Maybe I’ll send extra ones or something to sort of compensate for the total reduction in Christmas mail in the system.

    • katry Says:

      Rowen,
      It was a horrible movie, but I watched until the end. A couple of times I was rooting for the shark.

      I also get a smaller number of cards every year, but I don’t care. I’ll keep sending mine. Almost every year I have sent out Edward Gorey cards. It is now difficult to find different ones.

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Yes, things like back scratchers can be converted into other uses. Earlier last month my swimming pool sweep got stuck near the edge in the shallow end. This happens occasionally. I use the pool net to get it moving in the correct direction. While leaning over to move the sweeper my reading glasses fell out of my shirt breast pocket and into the water. The glasses are only cheap one dollar specs from the Dollar Tree store. However, I wanted to retrieve them because I didn’t want them to clog up my pool sweep. The back scratcher was the only tool that did the trick after extending my arm into the cold water.

    It started out this morning at 70° when we left the house and now it’s a mild 76°. Tonight a cold front is approaching which hopefully will give us some rain and bring back more holiday temperatures. I assume people in Australia and South Africa go to the beach on Christmas and New Years Days. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      HI Bob,
      My glasses came from the optometrist and were expensive so I would not stop until I found them. I do have another pair, an old pair, I keep upstairs for reading in bed. Those I never lose.

      I was happy to have my handy-dandy back scratcher.

      I didn’t go out after I got the papers. It was 42˚ in the early afternoon, the high point of the day. Monday will be really warm, unseasonably warm, but rainy. I would have wanted just the warm day to make me happy.

      Ghana is warm enough at Christmas near the coast to go swimming. Nowhere to swim where I lived.


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