I loathe this time of year. Not the various and sundry religious celebrations, those are way kewl as long as I don't have to sit in; I'm happy to walk by, see the lights shining inside and hear the happy voices. Makes me feel all warm and friendly.
No, it's the happy-happy-happy commercial crapola and all the social baggage, and pretending I can even remember the names of the, what are they up to, third or fourth-generation children that I see once a year.
And all the little frustrations of Winter -- I went to scrub out the bathtub, aiming at a nice long soak with Epsom Salts and a cuppa hot chocolate, and got as far as spraying the tub with household cleaner and heating water. Opened the new box of hot chocolate mix, lifted a packet out and kind of shook it, as one does--
And sprinkled cocoa powder all over the stove, all over the floor, all over myself. You see, the packet was miscut. As were allll of the others in the box, off by an eighth of an inch or so as they went through the packet-packing machine. None were sealed. Total loss.
Gotta clean that up, but in the meantime, the bathtub that the cats occasionally leap into has cleaner in it, so I have to hastily sweep up the worst of the chocomess, then run and shut the washroom door, then back to the kitchen and clean up, etc. Needless to say, the nice relaxing hot soak is o-u-t.
But hey, the bathtub is squeaky clean and some progress has been made on the kitchen floor, too.
I loathe this time of year. My joints ache, my sinuses act up and everybody is so miserably in-your-face fake-happy that I wanna just curl up in a corner. Possibly with a hot cuppa hemlock. --But you know there'd be some damned thing wrong with it, "Oh, no, the hemlock crop got hacked between Black Friday and December 15;* somebody stole all the lethality. Heck, you could bathe in it...." Bastids.
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* Yeah, I used a credit card at Target between the day after Thanksgiving and the 15th. Don't have online access to that account, either, so I will have to go to the bank and see what they can do, if anything.
I concur. I went full Bah Humbug this year.
ReplyDeleteThe polls aren't in yet here. It could go either way.
ReplyDeleteConcur.
ReplyDeleteWait until you're over 60 for the pain to really hit.
ReplyDeleteIt's nothing now.
Merry Christmas!
gfa
It usually hits me after Christmas. I look forward (a little) to time with my family. But Jan, Feb and March get me down with the cold and gray. April is a little better, cause I start to get the Honda ready for riding season.
ReplyDeleteAs the only difference in our positions is the level of profanity used in describing, if a batch of nerd cocoa would serve as any balm at all, I'd be genuinely happy to send some. I'll even double check the seal on the container before I post it.
ReplyDeleteI'm usually so sick of the smiles and fake good wishes, I can't wait to go home and watch Full Metal Jacket or a Dirty Harry movie.
ReplyDeleteWoz
Glad to know it's not just me.
ReplyDeleteAnd as for the family gatherings, I've repeatedly asked cousins to color code their kids and grandkids, so I know who belongs to who. You know, sort of like the various colored jerseys on an aircraft carrier flight deck.
So far, bupkis.
WV: 2438593 100 Aw c'mon now!
I dislike the commercialism as well, esp. the feeling that the whole situation is just to get me to buy more stuff. I generally just want to relax and enjoy the smell of peppermint.
ReplyDeleteI have been working so much, though, that all I'm going to be able to do is use the time off to get caught up with everything I haven't been able to get done.
I'm with you. I keep trying to volunteer for human hibernation studies to run from Thanksgiving to New Years Day, but so far, I can find no takers.
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