Published: January 13, 2013
It’s been two weeks since Christmas left, and I still feel like I’ve been run over by a freight train.
It was such fun to have all my family around and they all worked so hard to clean up and try to make things easy for me. They were successful.
But when they left, there were all those Christmas decorations that needed to be taken down and all those leftovers in the refrigerator to pitch, among other dreaded chores. My garland is still around the front door.
I can’t imagine how you mothers out there put all this behind you and get up and go to work the day after Christmas. Being 25 years younger than I no doubt helps. I’m beginning to feel older every day and no longer have the energy to do things than it used to, not to mention the desire.
I wrote earlier this year about my “tired” artificial Christmas trees. I have used two pre-lit trees for at least five years and almost every light was burnt out on both of them; yet when I went to replace them I couldn’t make myself dish out the cash.
They survived the season fairly well, albeit with garlands of cheap lights (which didn’t work either) draped around them.
It took me longer than usual to dismantle decorations this year.
“Do you think I can get them both of these trees in the back of my car to take to Goodwill?” I said to hubby Tommy when the time came.
Twenty minutes later both of those albatrosses were loaded up and within five minutes they were in the donation truck, out of my life forever.
I can’t tell you how good it felt to get rid of those trees.
The attendant at Goodwill was very gracious and appeared grateful to receive them and when I explained the difference between the two he said: “Don’t worry, ma’am, I can figure it out. I plan to have them assembled them after you leave.”
Being rid of them brought such a feeling of euphoria that I pulled out other items from the attic that have not used in two years and hastily drove them to the site before I lost my nerve.
I then came home and typed an entry for my “Christmas” book (that spiral notebook where I put all things Christmas) that reads: “In 2013 Don’t Decorate Anything: It’s too much work.”
I hope I can stick to by that mandate when 2013 comes. I didn’t buy any “new” decorations before Christmas this year so possibly I’ll heed my own advice.
And by the way, did you know that there is a Post Office branch in the BP Convenience store on the corner of Broad Street and Thompson Lane?
I chanced upon it shortly before Christmas and was thrilled to learn of the convenience. But you have to stand in line at the BP Mart to pay your postage (go figure).
When I get my energy back up, I plan to clean out some more. I purchased Pendaflex hanging file folders to hold my decorating ideas, for starters.
I doubt I’ll be decorating anything major anymore (at age 66) but I’ve been wanting to update the 35-year-old decor at our Knoxville home a little. It has no where to go but ‘up.'
I’ve been collecting inexpensive sheets (to transform into curtains and duvet covers) and other fabrics inspired by photos of “campy” residences whose interiors mimic our dated Knoxville home.
You never know.
“Hope springs eternal,” as Daddy used to say.
‘Til next week.