What a difference a year makes!
Not to worry. This is not one of those sappy reflective posts where I recount the milestones of the year gone by and look longingly and hopeful to the year ahead.
Rather, I just happened to snap a photo of Abbey and Rusty surveying their kingdom as the kids were enjoying the snow earlier this week.
Since compiling a list of reasons that I do not particularly care for winters in Ohio would actually read more like a Tolstoy novel, I have chosen a more random, disjointed approach for my little diatribes. I’ll share them as they make their way to the forefront of my mind that way you can feel the angst while it’s fresh.
I suppose the most compelling reason for me to hate Ohio winters is that they are not Louisiana winters. Though I’m not really sure that you can call a winter in Louisiana winter. It’s more like a harsh autumn with a smattering of “it’s almost cold enough for a jacket today”.
It’s easy to become so totally absorbed in the holiday season that we lose focus, the ability to just step back for a minute or two and ask ourselves why are we doing all of this? Bows, ribbons, packages, cards, lights, trees, family get togethers, Christmas carols and music programs…….Really? What’s our motivation? What’s it all about?
Originally posted 12/24/2007. Regardless of the hectic and trying nature that is the Holiday Season, I shall never tire of this classic. I appreciate each year the focus Charlie Brown provides me. The simplicity is warming, reassuring and just what I need when it seems that the season is slipping from my control.
Merry Christmas and Peace from all of our family to you and yours.
Actually, it’s a virus. It’s the kind of virus that thrives on exposing partially digested stomach contents to ambient air or putrid liquefied bowel to a toilet. Or underwear, whichever comes first. The virus in non-discriminatory and has spared no one in it’s wake.
Maura has said that it is all she has been seeing at work for the past week. Is it wrong for me to blame her for it’s appearance in our home? Seems only fair.
Brings up a point of contention though. What could possibly possess a person, I mean what triggers in their mind to connect an episode of vomiting to a hospital visit? I just don’t get it. I remember working triage sitting at the desk when a frantic parent would rush in at 3:30 in the morning exclaiming, “He’s vomiting!” Now don’t get me wrong, the inability to hold down any form of sustenance for an extended period can have deleterious effects and could certainly require some form of medical intervention.
