I sure do wish I were inspired to write something really poignant tonight, but honestly, I am so exhausted from making Christmas smooth for everyone, fixing everybody's favorite everything, and saving a piece of myself in the process - that I am just too dang tired to write anything meaningful.
There were a few moments today that I thought a few really witty things, but they escape me now, much like that jar of pickles that exploded all over the kitchen floor just minutes before I planned to announce that "dinner is served." Oh yea, I almost forgot the relish tray - Judy surely would have said something if there were no pickles and olives on the table. She almost had a meltdown at the grocery store when I said we didn't need to buy the black olives this year. She doesn't like black olives, and I can take them or leave them. With everything else on the table that we know we like, why buy something for just the four of us when none of us care about the ding-dong black olives? But I do love homemade pickles, and it so happened that Dad ran into Phoebe at Judy's workshop on Thursday and netted a jar of her famous homemade pickles. Worth having a relish tray, for sure. Good thing I like the smell of allspice because I smelled like a jar of pickles from 4:45 on today. The kitchen floor is still sticky. But the pickles really were worth it - even though we only got to have two each - the rest had to be trashed.
I made something new for the first time this year: Kahlua/Chocolate Mousse. OMG - it was amazing. A little on the rich side, but turned out just great - fresh whipped cream and shaved chocolate on top. Oh boy - really good. A great ending to a mostly smooth day.
Also got to watch The Blind Side again - that was my movie of choice for Christmas night. Such an uplifting movie - love that it is a mostly true story and I want to be Leanne Tuohey. Hutsbah. I love that about her (and that Sandra Bullock played her in the film). Maybe tomorrow night we'll watch Marley and Me - I missed that one in the theatres, and Judy gave it to me for Christmas.
Nothing much witty to say, nothing much poignant or clever. The main thing on my mind is how mad I am that my mom has Alzheimers and has slipped away from us bit by bit. She cannot hold a coherent conversation, and she is just outright mean to my dad who is jumping through hoops to keep her with him as long as possible. He knows how much closer the end is for his ability to care for her. If I get started on the subject of Alzheimers' and how it is taxing my every last ounce of patience with my mom, I will start to get upset, and that would serve absolutely no purpose at all.
So, I'll just say Merry Christmas. It was pleasant enough. My dad was happy and he didn't have to cook today. I loved that about today more than anything.
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