Just one question. When did becoming tired become a never ending thing? Did it just sneak up on me in little bits of tired and then tired just took over? It seems like these days tired never leaves me. I wake up with it, I walk with it, I eat with it, and then I go to bed with it. I watched somebody roller skating on skinny legs the other day (on TV) and was a little jealous. That used to be me, jump roping, bicycling, running, skating on stick legs that had endless energy. I miss it. I want it back.
But I digress. Although, how can it be a digression if I open the conversation with the digression before I even start the conversation?
Yesterday, a gorgeously beautiful sunny day, we dressed up and went to the commencement at the local college. Ally wasn't graduating yet, but was receiving a certificate, and was required to wear a cap and gown. The whole shebang. The walk to the stage, the handshake from the college president, the pause for the photograph. We are very proud of her. She is halfway to her degree. Afterwards she and Matt and the Mr. and I went out for lunch and got back just in time to receive the girls from their Mama, so she and their Daddy could go out. The secret date to the Nutcracker Suite at Bass Hall went off without a hitch. They got there just in time, and she said even when she saw the giant angels outside the music hall she still didn't have a clue what they were doing there. She said, as she went up the stairs and saw a poster that it suddenly dawned on her what they were doing. She sent me a lovely picture of the two of them in their box seat. She was radiant in a red satin skirt and a smile from ear to ear.
The girls came in and I put on the air fryer for fish fillets, hush puppies and french fries. The new pop up photo booth I have been constructing all week for their annual Christmas photo is almost ready and they were all about that. There is a white backlit curtain, with white string lights hanging down, and a furry white carpet on the floor. The Christmas tree for the photo had arrived and we put it together, and a tiny ottoman for them to sit on also needed assembly. Arya and I did that, and then they sat on the ottoman in front of the curtain while I fooled around with cameral settings and took a few test shots. They were hilarious, giggling like school girls (which they are) and covering their faces with pillows. I think it's going to be a lovely picture. We have a hair appointment for them the day of, and I got them brand new Christmas dresses. The dog even got in on the pictures, posing himself in front of the tree, much to my delight.
Finally asleep and I climbed into bed, but sleep doesn't come easy these days. I find myself waking up a few times a night these days, with prayers on my lips and heart for loved ones that are ill. My Dad. The Mr.'s friend, with stage four lung and brain cancer. My best friend's son who has been in the hospital for most of a month. My other best friend, whose mom in law just passed.
I finally slept, fitfully, until Arya woke up at the crack of dawn. She is a happy waker, always chipper and ready to start the day. This morning she flipped the light on at six AM, to unhappy exclamations from the bed, although nobody was angry, just startled. She was looking for a hairbrush so she could brush her hair. She was ready for breakfast long before I was ready to get out of bed, but I got up anyway and let Claire and the Mr. sleep. Waffles, scrambled eggs, sausage, and Little Smokies were on the menu this morning. We then woke up the sleepyheads and gathered around the table to start the day. We had planned after breakfast to take the girls to Urban Air, but they hadn't brought any shorts, and Arya hadn't brought even a change of clothes in her suitcase. Plus the weather was nasty, so we decided to stay in and just color and play and watch TV.
They left a while ago and I just fell into my chair and was almost immediately gone. So. very. tired.
But so worth it.
As I dozed off I was thinking about Advent season, and how it's all about waiting for the Christ Child to appear...when it dawned on me, probably not for the first time, but for the first time this season, anyway, that we are in a 2000 year Advent now, waiting for the second appearing. This thought delights me. I will love His appearing. All this sadness and sickness will be behind us then.
Later the Mr. and I went out for supper and I had the biggest! hugest! most giganticus! bowl of Frito Pie you have ever seen in your life! I am now as stuffed as a Thanksgiving turkey and I am going back...to.....zzzzzzzz
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