The holiday season has its fuzzy, feel-good claws in us once again and we’re left to decide whether we want to embrace it back or inoculate ourselves against its clutches. I tend to play both sides of the net on this one. I love the schmaltzy pathos of the music and movies and I try to find gifts that will amuse, enlighten, or at least not offend. On the other hand, I have yet to make it from Thanksgiving to New Year’s without at least one major meltdown where I’m left wondering why giftwrap and vodka can’t just get along. If you are like I am, and I know you’re not but just humor me here, things start out all sorts of shiny and bubbly and end up nesting on the couch binging on processed carbohydrates. Seriously, who can stay perky through all of it?
Looking back on 2014, we here in the Gillis-Luf household have many things to be thankful for, not the least of which is that August is now in kindergarten. He loves it. He has mastered the cubby, the glue stick and is just short of the proficient range with the crayon. Recess is his favorite subject. We see great things in his future. We will probably have to use a psychic medium if we really want to see those great things since we will be in our 60s before he graduates high school. Just last week we battled for a parking space to attend his first winter concert and were treated to the “cats in a bag” sound of elementary school singers followed by that one kid who sang everything just a little too loudly and a little too quickly to match the rest of the chorus. August was that kid.
We have a newly minted teenager in the house as well. Greta is in 7th grade and so far she’s taking the teen angst thing slowly while trying to keep us current with pop music and youtube videos. We are now her support staff, with our primary function to deliver her to various activities – including sports, music, student council, and dance. She’s wearing braces now and we regularly annoy her by eating things she can longer eat just to get back at her for having a much richer social life than we’ve seen in decades. It keeps us in check to remember that she will be responsible for choosing our nursing home someday. At least we are hoping she will be the one to make the final decision if and when the time comes. If #2 chooses for us, we’ll likely be camped out at the Lebanon Valley Speedway in an RV with a generator running our oxygen tanks during our golden years.
Our home improvement list continues to grow exponentially. In reality, it’s probably more of a home stabilization list since we’re not quite at the improvement phase yet. We will never run of things to work on here. While others are downsizing in a few years, we’ll still be working hard to keep the walls from crumbling down around our feet. Fun, right? All those softies who plan for the future wisely and retire in comfort are going to envy us our projects in the years to come. We will never have the luxury of boredom. Ever again.
Here’s hoping 2015 is a joy-filled year for you and yours. Happy holidays!