Lit
What is the “common courtesy” when it comes to Christmas lights? Is there such a thing? And if there isn’t, should there be?
Well, this is the beautiful, full of Christmas spirit blue glow I have had the pleasure of experiencing through my bedroom windows since late November, from about five in the evening till about seven in the morning, and still am! I love holiday lights and love the spirit that accompanies Christmas. But, there has to be a point where it ends, where you are able to say good bye, move on and continue with your new year.
My bedroom is in the back of the house and I will add that this beautiful view of my neighbor’s house is the side and back side of the house, not the front, street side that we all decorate and appreciate when we drive by. What is the purpose of lighting up the back of your house, other than to irritate your neighbors who stare in the middle of the night at the light shining through their window and get bitter and angry because that light is keeping them awake?
I understand that some people, for reasons beyond me, leave their lights up all year, but for the love of the Baby Jesus’ birth, if you leave them up, please don’t leave them on!
Picking Up The Split
Azul, my five year-old, was invited to his first Birthday bowling party today, and while I was getting ready, all I kept wondering was if I was going to be able to have a drink. Come on, we’re at a bowling alley, bowling and drinking go hand in hand! But, I’ll be with Azul’s schoolmates and parents; parents I have never met before. We’re all adults, no one should have a problem with an adult having an adult beverage. But, how embarrassing if I am the only one with a drink. I really want a Bloody Mary. I do know one set of parents of Azul’s friends and they drink. I wonder if they’ll be there? I do hope they will be there. But will I look like a neglectful parent if I have a cocktail? If another parent is having a beer, maybe I’ll have one. A beer! What am I thinking, a drink might seem a little classier. I’ll have a Bloody Mary, that sounds good. But only if another parent is drinking. What am I worried about? I don’t know these people. Ugh! It’s getting late, I have to blow dry my hair.
This Blows…
I have experienced an event that marks the end of an era for me. My vacuum died. This was the last relic of my young, single, care-free life. Much like me, it hasn’t worked quite right for years, it blew more dust around than it sucked up, but it was mine. I first moved out of my parents’ house when I was sixteen, and moved into my first apartment without a roommate in 1992 when I was twenty. This was when the vacuum became part of my life; it has traveled many miles with me and cleaned many floors. Good-bye my friend. Now, in my state of mourning, I’m going to Costco to get a new vacuum!
Carmelina Hart 