I wish I had a funny story to write about or something silly to share but on this cold and rainy Sunday morning I stare out a window watching the cloud's teardrops fall onto orange flowers. Each drop that falls is almost in sync with the pounding of my headache. A headache I am sure caused by the continual thinking of a red and white season. Give me one week and I will provide you with a happy person, a person not wound up and ready to unspin at anyone willing to pull at the string. My Scroogeness is being worn on both sleeves now. But, in the attempt to be 'merry', Stephanie and I mushed and mashed a bunch of ingredients yesterday and then I cut and baked spices into holiday shapes. Yes, gingerbread men, women and shapes were born right here in this quaint gray abode and then I smothered their little beings and created personalities, with ties, tennis shoes, snow hats and gloves. Lucky them, they get a new wardrobe before finding themselves entering into a cave of doom.
Today (when I muster up the energy) I will haul out the 'paper of festive', tape, scissors and enough will to wrap the few gifts I have been out to purchase. Once I have accomplished this task hopefully I will be able to pull myself into the car and fare the other soaking crabby wet people as we strong arm each other for those last minute gifts. There goes my head pounding again.......OUCH.
Maybe there is hope, I just looked out and saw a little hummingbird flying in the rain while sticking it's needle into the orange flowers. Perhaps perseverance is key. That is the lesson learned today..........................and a good headache med is calling.
