Joy To The World

Again, it's been a long time since I blogged. Just to give you an update of what's been happening here in 'Thaca...there's about 4 inches of snow on the ground left over from last week. This is not to say that it hasn't snowed since. In fact, it seems to snow almost daily - a light flurry that scatters throughout the day. Our complex is pretty empty as all of the students have left for the holidays. The Pyramid Mall, a locale where normally the amount of people inside could easily be counted by a 3-year-old, has been packed to capacity for the last 10 days as people frantically shop. TJ Maxx looks like it's been ransacked - though I still have been there twice this week and twice last week. The Commons has beautiful ice statues outside of some of the popular stores and eateries. Parking down there has been difficult and the streets are part slush part pure ice. I keep having visions of blowing out my knee.

So what's been going on at 10 Fairview Square? Well my cigarette consumption is up 75 percent since November 1.

I finished the last book I read, which I mentioned in my last blog entry and have started a mystery called Blood of Angels. The writer is a hack, but he's got a good flair for drama.

Moo fell down the stairs last week due to a progressive neurological condition that has caused his back legs to weaken. The vet's estimate totals around $6,000. Since we simply can not afford that, we've put him on a low dose of steroids, which makes him pee a lot. He also looses control of his bowel functions - and rather unfortunately poops at the most random times and places. I will not say more about this subject.

I've trucked through the holiday milieu despite my sudden rash of tears and stony demeanor. In fact, I've even wrapped all of my gifts. I never thought I would hate Christmas so much, but the time has come.

I've worked diligently even through paralyzing exhaustion. I can honestly say, I haven't put myself over the edge. Things have slowed down.

I still continue to tend to our home, plants, fishies - and just about everything else that needs my attention. Hell, I even went for a manicure and pedicure last week. (Thanks Shan - it was great. The place is awesome and Dan and I are going there for all of our beautifying needs.)

I made it through the last weekend's wedding, which I will say was difficult and I had to fight back tears most of the night. You see the last time my family was together was at Shannon's wedding. We all had a wonderful time.

Last weekend I wore makeup two days in row--even dressed in my fancy clothes. It was full-on Annie. Dan was so happy to see me that way again.

As I prepare to once again pack up the car and head back to W.C. tomorrow night, I'm gripped by terrible anxiety. Does anyone know what it's like to cry for the entire duration of a 4 hour road trip? The radio doesn't bring comfort as all that's playing are Christmas tune. Anything Nat King Cole, Andy Williams and Bing Crosby always get me. Sometimes I cry until I feel as if I will vomit; then I rush to a bathroom to cry some more.

Once I get to W.C. nothing around me looks the same, and it certainly doesn't feel good to be there. In fact, I hate W.C. like I hate Christmas.

What I need now is a Christmas miracle, a divine intervention, my mom to come back. I need a makeover, plastic surgery and shock therapy. I need me back.