Wrapping it up.
The gift bags, boxes, and random wrapped gifts are stationed at the table in the big room. The wrapping paper has been put away. And the gifts I have to deliver, are on the counter.
The Ohio Express is getting ready to join millions of others on journeys near and far.
Yes, it is over to Asheville, turn right and head northwest. Passing through two sets of mountains, and then into Kentucky, we will have a rented minivan full of Christmas cheer.
Since my Subaru bit the bullet, we have been driving Nick’s old Prius. I haven’t wanted to think about replacing my vehicle. And we are seriously thinking about going down to one car. We might scour the Automall, if we get a chance. But shopping for cars is not my idea of a good time.
It is a creepy game. Time consuming. Expensive. It gives me the vapors.
And I love it when they place their attention on Nick … not realizing that I am really in the driver’s seat on this event.
Does anyone else look at the multitudes of expensive cars, trucks and SUVs on the road and wonder where people get that kind of money?
How did I go down that road?
There is something that has happened since I was involved in my wreck. I am at heightened alert for cars … where they are coming from, how fast, and the uncertainty of driving.
I used to love to drive, but not as much anymore. There are too many people driving, in a hurry, ignoring laws and acting like jack rabbets wearing asshats.
I still love driving in the country, meandering and moseying, but to go into the “zones” of craziness … aye-yi-yi-yi.
I sound so poo-poo, which is funny because I am starting to fee much better. I am down 20 pounds since my wreck and I have health plans and an agenda for the new year.
From what I have been reading, inflammation is a big health problems. Truthfully, I knew that, but last night, I watched a YouTube video by a cardiologist about things to do to get your heart better.
Since I have entered what shall I say, “Heartland”, I have been learning a lot. I have learned how sleep apnea effects the heart, how inflammation from what you eat can trigger other things to go haywire and that there are things that I can do to get my body back on track.
I did a good job of turning things around a couple of years ago, but I had this battle in my head of “Do I want to live this way … denying many of the eating pleasures.
Caution to the wind, I ate too many good things and then bad things.
After the wake-up call and self flagellation and week of anesthesia brain, I am ready to charge on for a better today and tomorrow.
I am still cogitating what I would like to accomplish and figure out where my purpose will lead me, next year. I really don’t know if it will include FB writing. There are times when I think that I should leave before you tell me to. And FB, with its recent BS going on, it brings my love/hate relationship as a writing venue to the surface.
I operate better with a purpose, but there are times when I wonder if I should find a new purpose, of simply just lied days unfold.
Nah, I stink at that.
See, I am working things through. Oh, there are days when I think I should go be a monk and wear a brown robe with a hood. I like hoods. I also can make fudge to sell at the monastery gift shop. But I would need to be in an order of monks that laughed … a lot. I might also get kicked out of chapel for playing tic-tax-toe on the visitor cards.
How do you ponder and figured out what you want to do with your life? Note: there are many of you in the throes of working and child-rearing, so, you are on your march to survive all that goes on with that.
But for those who have the time, how do you determine what you want your life to be? I am curious.
This post feels like driftwood.
Are any of you heading anywhere for Christmas?
I am glad I don’t have to go to Sandringham for Christmas with the queen, although it would be fun to watch Prince Charle and Camilla get it on.
If we had a queen, who do you think would be a good one? Miley Cyrus might be fun.
Well, I am rails off the rails, now.
Off to go to the backyard to graze on some grass. I don’t think it is an inflammatory.
PS. My lunch yesterday at Jim and NIck’s/ I drove myself there to pick up some biscuit mixes for gifts, and decided that I needed to sit at the bar and have lunch/dinner. That is the tastiest said … and I didn’t eat both dressings.