Monthly Archives: December 2008

December… continued…

A white Christmas in north Jersey? Perhaps, if it doesn’t all melt in the next few days. All the same, it is pretty and the dogs love it, and I love not having 16 muddy paws to contend with, as my mom’s dogs are visiting. Friday’s storm dropped over six inches by us, and Sunday added another four or so. Felicia and I built a snow ‘T-Rex’ (pictures to follow) then all went out to get a tree. Okay, let’s see. We own a pickup, a station wagon and a convertible Mustang. The obvious choice would be the truck, but that’s got some mechanical issues. Next choice, the wagon. Nope. That’s filled to the roof with boat stuff, with only the front seat free. That leaves the Mustang. We get to the tree lot which hasn’t been plowed and get good and stuck. Manage to get the car pointed towards the exit, then go buy our tree, all three feet tall of it. Drop the roof, set it in the back seat next, and the three of us climb in. One kid at the lot waves that the road is clear, two guys at the lot push on the trunk, and we shoot out fishtailing the whole way. Another memorable tree trip!

December…

Sigh. My most favorite time of the year… not. Is it January yet? Better yet, February.

It isn’t the grayness and the shortening days, in fact I’m quite fine with that. That, truthfully, I find restful, even soothing. Darkness is nice. Anyone else out there get depressed when the sun breaks through on a nice drizzly (or snowy) day?

No, what wears me out about December is the constant-happy-busy-jolly-fun-fun-fun-in-your-face attitude of everyone around me. The rest of the year, if I want to quietly ignore people and stick to my own little introverted existence, that’s fine. People ignore me right back and all is good. But not in December. I see this as a time of quiet reflection. But noooo, it’s the holiday of your choice season, and everyone’s bouncing around building up to their big celebrations, and few seem to understand you can celebrate just fine on a more subdued, low-key way. I don’t mind the holidays, just the whole wired-up attitude you’re expected to have or else there *must* be something wrong with you. The constant interuptions of people talking about the holidays, talking about planning for the holidays, what parties are happening when and where and all that great stuff…

All I want for Saturnalia is some peace and quiet with a few family and friends. Simple. End of discussion. No offense, but everyone else, I’m fine, really. Just go about your business and leave me alone. Thanks.