Seems like the other day
it was just Halloween. Of course, I said that last year about this time too.
Time has a way of flying the older you become. When I was little and in school
it seemed like it took forever for any holiday to arrive. And waiting for
summer vacation took years in kid time. Well it’s not kid time anymore and I am
sure that you readers know exactly what I mean by that remark. Days, weeks,
months and years now whiz by as if some huge hand is pushing them faster and
faster.
This very minute my
Christmas decorations are outside and so is the white pumpkin I just had to
have for Halloween. Magazines and sites on facebook featured white pumpkins;
had to have one. And there it sits out there no doubt petrified. But I just got
it the other day it seems. And so it will go by the wayside literally—I will
throw it over the hill and hope that some critters devour it. Maybe they will
and maybe they won’t or maybe it will retain its appearance and be useable
again next year. Doubtful.
Right now I feel the rush
to make my Christmas cards which I do every year: It’s a daunting task to make
each handmade and different but I do it. And I can’t put that off or people
will receive them in February if I don’t get started.
Shopping? A lot was done
online and a lot will be paintings or the like. Decorating inside? I’ve done
that and have huge messes in three rooms with decorations I decided not to
use—all of that has to go back to the basement. I am definitely feeling the
rush on my part for there is so much to do and time will zing by! It does that
you know. Christmas is upon us and yes, I’ll be ready for I’ll get into that
panic mode that makes me hurry to get it done. Anymore it seems like panic is
what makes me get anything done that is necessary—do you get that way? Things
will get done in time for the holiday and I will also be done—done in that is.
Nothing new on my part as I can do this dauntless task I keep telling myself.
Next year I am going to prepare for Christmas the day after Halloween. That’s a
promise for time goes too fast for me. Why it was just July the other day; I
swear it was.
Sherry Hill
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