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Yule blessings to those in my circle who keep it. Solstice hope to all in my circle who are winter depressives, like me.
I am very, very tired. The last few days of snow and then cold have sort of played havoc on my already winter-weakened nerves. Driving in said snow to work and back has also not been a happy event. I'm grouchy and tired and just want to stay home and nap all afternoon. However, I must work again. Being that this is the last shopping weekend before Christmas, our store will be busy, and my department--dairy and frozen foods--will also be busy with bakers and cooks coming in to buy our butter, sour cream, cream cheese, and puff pastry/phyllo dough. I have to find a way to put out a gob of frozen Christmas cutout cookies somehow in the place where they once were. The spot is now full of Peppermint Stick ice cream. I've also got a huge pile of pecan pies. One of my teammates made a joke about how everyone should love pecan pie. I asked him if he fancied himself to be Paula Deen. He countered that if he was Paula Deen, everything would have six blocks of butter in it.
I have gifts purchased for niece K and nephew J. I need to buy for my brother B and brother-in-law K. I am also going to purchase a dinner-and-a-movie package for my parents. I should also buy something for my mother-in-law. I'll probably get her a gift card to her favorite craft shop so she can buy yarn for her granny-square afghans. Gaffer's gift is in the mails somewhere, I hope.
However, I'm having a hard time with the "Christmas spirit" again. A lot of it has to do with the hibernation, and being a retail slave. I just get numb to it all. I used to love Christmas, and my favorite thing in college was to walk down State Street in a gentle snow to look at the decorations and see what the shops had. I loved going to church, seeing the decorations, singing the carols, knowing that my Savior lives. Now, it's all I can do to get there without wanting to sleep through it and avoid people at all costs. Fortunately, once I'm done with work tomorrow (Monday), I am off until Thursday. They weren't going to make us work on Christmas Eve 5pm-1am when the store closes at 6pm and no one else is working past that. And Gaffer and I have been lamenting not being together on Christmas, now that things are looking better for us. Next year. We will be together for New Year's Day, for First Footing, and will exchange gifts then. I have next Sunday and Monday off from work, but instead of making two trips to Minneapolis, I will just rest on those two days. I think I need it.
I am very, very tired. The last few days of snow and then cold have sort of played havoc on my already winter-weakened nerves. Driving in said snow to work and back has also not been a happy event. I'm grouchy and tired and just want to stay home and nap all afternoon. However, I must work again. Being that this is the last shopping weekend before Christmas, our store will be busy, and my department--dairy and frozen foods--will also be busy with bakers and cooks coming in to buy our butter, sour cream, cream cheese, and puff pastry/phyllo dough. I have to find a way to put out a gob of frozen Christmas cutout cookies somehow in the place where they once were. The spot is now full of Peppermint Stick ice cream. I've also got a huge pile of pecan pies. One of my teammates made a joke about how everyone should love pecan pie. I asked him if he fancied himself to be Paula Deen. He countered that if he was Paula Deen, everything would have six blocks of butter in it.
I have gifts purchased for niece K and nephew J. I need to buy for my brother B and brother-in-law K. I am also going to purchase a dinner-and-a-movie package for my parents. I should also buy something for my mother-in-law. I'll probably get her a gift card to her favorite craft shop so she can buy yarn for her granny-square afghans. Gaffer's gift is in the mails somewhere, I hope.
However, I'm having a hard time with the "Christmas spirit" again. A lot of it has to do with the hibernation, and being a retail slave. I just get numb to it all. I used to love Christmas, and my favorite thing in college was to walk down State Street in a gentle snow to look at the decorations and see what the shops had. I loved going to church, seeing the decorations, singing the carols, knowing that my Savior lives. Now, it's all I can do to get there without wanting to sleep through it and avoid people at all costs. Fortunately, once I'm done with work tomorrow (Monday), I am off until Thursday. They weren't going to make us work on Christmas Eve 5pm-1am when the store closes at 6pm and no one else is working past that. And Gaffer and I have been lamenting not being together on Christmas, now that things are looking better for us. Next year. We will be together for New Year's Day, for First Footing, and will exchange gifts then. I have next Sunday and Monday off from work, but instead of making two trips to Minneapolis, I will just rest on those two days. I think I need it.