I spent the last two days getting my tree taken down, and it was fascinating to watch. One of the guys climbed the tree (I think he had some kind of spikes on his boots to help, but otherwise he was free climbing) to place the anchor lines that they then clipped to and used to go up and down. He’d swing over to a branch, tie a line around it, cut it off, and the guys on the ground would use the line to lower it. It was like watching Cirque du Soleil with chainsaws.

The got most of the work done on Monday and just had to wrap it up on Tuesday, but that was when they were dealing with the trunk of the tree, and with a tree that old, you can imagine the trunk was pretty thick. When it got closer to the ground one of the guys asked if I wanted the trunk cut down or if I wanted him to make me a chair, so after a bit of chainsaw carving I have a tree stump throne for surveying my kingdom. I’m pretty sure I’m going to use that in a fantasy novel.

I’d also asked for another tree to be trimmed around power lines as part of the contract, but they went ahead and trimmed all my trees, cutting off any bad branches they noticed, and they left me a nice stack of the cherry wood to use for the fire pit, in a smoker, or for carving. The guy who carved my chair is planning to make a table out of some of the wood, so the tree will live on in some way.

It turned out that a couple of the guys were aspiring authors, so we talked shop and I gave them advice (I think the chair carving was “payment” for the writing advice). They were really cool and interesting to talk to, but it’s so nice to have my house and yard to myself again and to have some peace and quiet after two days of chainsaws going constantly. I was utterly exhausted by the time they left yesterday, and I wasn’t even the one doing any of the work. I think it was just the release of constant low-level tension. It was lovely this morning to have breakfast in my pajamas instead of being up, dressed, and ready for the tree crew to come first thing in the morning.

I’m eager to start doing some landscaping, but we still have a chance of freezing nights, so it’s a little early to put plants out. I have crocuses coming up in my backyard, though, and daffodils are about to bloom. I didn’t see this house until late March last year, and they’d mowed everything down to show the house, so the spring flowers are going to be a surprise this year.

Texans like to talk about how much their weather changes, but in some times of the year, I think Virginia can be even worse. Last weekend was warm and sunny. I spent most of the weekend working in the yard, trying to dig up some weeds that produce barbed seeds before they can sprout the branches that produce these seeds. I walked to church, and I spent time sitting out on my deck. Even so, there were still piles of ice/snow left from the late January storm. I had to step around these on street corners as I walked downtown.

Monday, I spent the day snuggled on the sofa with the electric blanket, watching it snow. It was above freezing most of the day, so the snow didn’t really stick, but the evergreen trees in my yard looked like flocked Christmas trees.

We had a couple of cool, rainy days, then it got warm again. I spent most of yesterday sitting on the deck, brainstorming a book. It’s supposed to stay warm for most of the next week. Maybe the last of that ice will finally melt. I’m hoping to get more work done in the yard. It looks like I’m going to have a lot of bulbs flowering soon, so I want to get the bad plants out of the way.

I’m having to take down one of my trees, the biggest one. It’s blighted, so it’s dying/dead and will become a hazard soon. The tree guy estimates it’s about 100 years old, so it pre-dates my house. It’s actually closer to my neighbor’s house and part of it hangs over their roof, so I want to get it taken care of before it starts dropping branches. My house is probably safe from it, unless it topples over entirely heading downhill. The tree guy has suggested other trees I could plant and where I should plant them. That may have to wait because having a 100+ foot tall tree taken down from a spot where they can’t reach it with heavy machinery is rather expensive (though less expensive than replacing my neighbor’s metal roof and solar panels). They’re coming next week to do the work, and they do it by climbing the tree and cutting it down from the top. I may spend those days on the deck, watching the progress.

I’m hoping we’re done with snow and ice, but they tell me it can come as late as April. At least we should be done with single-digit temperatures for the season. Everyone tells me this was an unusually brutal winter. In Texas, I usually dreaded spring because it meant summer was coming, and that was miserable, but now I’m enjoying spring weather and watching things come back to life. Except for the weeds.

As I watch the Winter Olympics, I find myself in awe of the physical condition of the athletes. They have strength, endurance, and flexibility. They’re so fit, which is the exact opposite of me. I’d love to be in even half that shape, but I have this one little problem: I hate to exercise. By that I mean exercising just for the point of exercising or getting fit — lifting weights just to move heavy things, walking just for exercise or, worse, using a treadmill of stationary bicycle. It’s just so boring, and it takes a long time to feel the benefits from exercise. When I try to start a fitness program, I get bored with it and give up before I start seeing the kind of results that would encourage me to continue. Even with yoga, where I feel better immediately after doing it, I have to force myself to do it, and then I can’t wait for it to be over.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t like activity. When I was spending days shoveling snow, I found that I was actually enjoying myself. There was a great sense of accomplishment from seeing the results, and I felt myself getting stronger. I get bored with walking for the sake of walking, like walking laps or going on a regular route purely for fitness purposes, but I love walking when there’s a purpose to it. I enjoy walking as a form of transportation. One of my favorite things about where I live now is the fact that I can walk to so many things. I walk to church when the weather allows it, and I walk to events downtown. I can walk to concerts in the park or to the community garden market. I also love hiking and being in the woods and I enjoy walking when I’m exploring.

Or I enjoy activity when it’s something I’m doing for fun, like dancing. I was probably at my most fit when I was taking ballet classes, and ballroom dancing is fun. I can make myself do exercise when I have a specific goal, like when I was in physical therapy and trying to get back full function of a knee or shoulder, or when I’m trying to get better at something I enjoy. One reason I was so fit when taking ballet was because I’d do other exercises during the week to make myself do better in ballet.

What I’ve figured out from this is that I need a purpose to make myself do an activity. Even making exercise a task on my calendar or giving myself points toward rewards for doing it doesn’t motivate me. But having something specific and tangible that I’m trying to accomplish does work. So if I’m not walking because I need to get somewhere, I need to come up with some other purpose, like something I want to explore. In a town full of historic districts, that should be easy enough. I can play tourist and walk the way I did when I visited the town on vacation. When the ice and snow clear out, I’ll have a lot of garden work to do. Then the yoga will work as a way to undo the aches from the garden work and long walks. I may look into some dance classes.

I can’t believe it took me this long to realize that having a purpose might make a big difference. I guess it’s like the way I have a hard time keeping my house clean but can get it in shape if I might have company. I need external motivation for some things.

Now I just need enough ice and snow to clear so I can get out and do more.

I finished my draft on Friday, then I got my car shoveled out yesterday, so that’s been my recent accomplishment. I am now allowing myself to rest a bit and do thinking type work. Getting through all that ice was a real challenge.

This is what my car looked like before I was able to dig it out.

And this was the end of my driveway Monday, after I’d been shoveling at it for days. I was using a garden hoe to hack the ice into blocks. And then my neighbor brought over a tool he’d been using. It’s designed for breaking up tile flooring, and it works amazingly on ice. There’s a narrow blade on the bottom and it’s heavy. You just let it drop onto the surface, and it shatters it. I went from clearing maybe a foot or two a day to getting the rest of the driveway and my car freed on Monday afternoon. Tuesday morning I finished a good path to my driveway and cleared space around the car so I could get to the door and open it, plus cleared a path to the mailbox and freed the trash bin. It was easier work with this tool, but still tiring because you have to keep lifting this heavy thing, and you still have to move all the blocks of ice. That’s why I’m resting today.

This is just part of the piles of ice blocks I moved from my driveway. I’ll have to track to see how long it takes to melt. We actually got above freezing yesterday, and that actually made it a bit harder to move more ice because when it got slushy, the tool no longer worked and I couldn’t just move chunks at a time. I had to actually shovel.

After a day of rest, I may do a little more work on paths. The path I dug from the porch to the driveway doesn’t follow the actual walkway (I’ve been thinking of moving the walkway, which is stepping stones, and this path might be a good option because it’s what made sense at the time, especially because the snow/ice drifted deeper on the real path). I may try to dig out the walkway. And I may move some of the slush from my deck so it doesn’t melt and flow toward my basement. Plus, this is a great workout and I’d like to maintain and maybe even build on some of the fitness I’ve developed from doing all this, so I need to keep working instead of just sitting now.

Once I freed my car, I was able to restock on groceries and run by the library. The city streets are somewhat cleared, but side streets are mostly one-lane. They had crews out loading chunks of ice into dump trucks because clearing the streets had created walls of ice around the town. I don’t know when all of this will melt.

When I was living in Texas, I noticed that whenever we got hit by an ice storm (and it was usually ice rather than snow), people in more northern climates mocked us because it paralyzed the city for days. They didn’t seem to understand that we didn’t have the infrastructure for dealing with that kind of weather (and it wasn’t cost-effective to develop the infrastructure when it was something that happened once every few years) and that you really can’t do a lot about ice other than wait for it to melt.

Now that I live in a more northern place and in the mountains, I get snow more regularly, and they still shut down. They’re good about getting the streets plowed, but the school buses are too risky on the steep hills until the roads are truly clear. This weekend, though, we got a storm that was more like what Texas gets. It started as snow and turned into sleet. Now we have a crust of about 3 inches of sleet on top of about 4 inches of powdery snow, and the whole city has been shut down for three days. They can’t plow the ice (and broke some snowplows trying). They’re now going out with heavy construction equipment, the kind they use to break up asphalt to resurface roads, to break the ice up so the plows can then go through and move it out of the way. That’s slow going, so my little one-block side street that’s on the bottom of the priority list is still solid ice. One neighbor tried going up and down it with a snow blower, but that did no good.

To make matters worse, it’s getting single-digit cold at night, sunny and in the 20s (F) during the day, so the top layer is melting slightly while in the sun then freezing hard at night, so it’s like a skating rink. If you look at it, it looks like the kind of snow that looks like mounds of fluffy whipped cream, but I can walk across the top of it without leaving footprints. Well, I could on Monday before it slightly melted in the sunlight and refroze to be very slippery. Now I can’t walk on it. I was able to shovel a path to the street Monday by breaking through the top layer and flipping it to the side, but now that top layer is even harder and my shovel does nothing, so I can’t clear the driveway. I may get out the garden hoe to see what I can do today. I can’t do much at any one time because it’s very cold and my gloves aren’t up to the task. I have to come inside when my hands start hurting. I tried to buy some better insulated gloves last week before the storm, but they were clearing out their winter gear and setting out spring gardening stuff, so they didn’t have any heavy gloves that would fit me. I’m going to try knitting some mittens to wear over the gloves I have.

Once you get that top crust of ice off, the rest is light, powdery snow that’s easy to move. I’ve been able to clear much of the ice/sleet off my car, but the area around the car is still pretty solid, and there’s a wall of snow at the end of my driveway from when they tried to get ahead of the storm by plowing during it, which only made matters worse because it shoved the snow aside so the sleet was directly on the street. I don’t think I’ll be driving anywhere anytime soon. Fortunately, I stocked up at the grocery store last week. If I do need something, my neighbor has chains on his car and has been able to get out, and he’s offered to pick up anything I need.

We had a storm kind of like this in Dallas in 2014, and we’ve been paralyzed here just as long as we were in Dallas. The bright side is that I haven’t had to worry about the electrical grid crashing the way it did a few years ago in Texas during a winter storm.

I’ve been able to keep up with writing in spite of the distractions. I should theoretically have more writing time because I can’t go anywhere, but my brain has other plans. I’m close to the end of the draft, though.

I’m trying to be more mindful about how I spend my free time. I especially don’t want my weekends to feel too much like my weekdays, which tends to happen when you work at home. Even if I’m not writing over the weekend, I have a bad habit of spending a lot of time online or otherwise sitting at my computer. So, to encourage myself to spend weekends in a way that feels like a weekend, I came up with three main categories of kinds of Saturday, and I try to plan in advance what I’m going to do, so I don’t get into a round of “What do you want to do? I don’t know, what do you want to do?” with myself.

One category is work. That can include writing if I need to catch up after having other stuff come up during the week. It may also include things like workshops, conferences, conventions, book festivals, etc. It also includes projects around the house or in the yard, like organizing or gardening.

Another category is adventure, which is what I’m calling activities that involve leaving the house. That can include classes, touring and exploring, hiking, museums, and that sort of thing.

And then there’s cozy/creating. This is good for rainy or snowy days and involves things that are good to do on a cozy day at home. I added the “creating” so I’d have to do something other than just read. It may involve baking, cooking (especially trying new recipes), sewing, embroidery, knitting, coloring, music and stuff like jigsaw puzzles.

I pondered a social category, but that usually involves leaving the house, so it could be “adventure,” or else it’s something like a block party that involves work or creating to prep for. A few weeks ago, there was a choir party, so I spent the day baking before the party. Generally, social activities are an add-on to a weekend, and if they’re a focus of a weekend, like the church retreat, then they’re also an adventure.

I imagine I’ll have a lot more cozy/creating Saturdays during the winter, more work in spring and summer when I have yard work and gardening to do, and more adventure in the fall, when there are all the festivals, looking at leaves, hiking trips, and that kind of thing.

I generally try to save Sunday afternoons for rest. I have church and choir in the mornings, and I usually walk there, so that gives me some exercise. In the afternoons I read and maybe cook. Sometimes I have things scheduled that would fit into my other weekend categories. The church does field trips and the pastor leads prayer walks (meditative hikes) once a month.

The Saturday before last was a cozy/creating day because it was rainy. I baked bread and read. But there was also some work because there was an online seminar.

Last weekend was a mix of all of them. I had a pottery class in the morning, which counted as adventure, creating, and work (since it’s research for a book and I asked the teacher questions that have come up in my writing). Then in the afternoon the hiking group did a city walkabout hike. Between walking downtown and back for the class and the hike, my phone says I walked more than 9 miles that day. It’s a good thing I had a restful Sunday afternoon planned because my legs were tired and my upper body got a workout from the pottery.

This coming weekend I have another pottery class on Saturday, then a committee meeting after church Sunday and then one of my neighbors is having a party Sunday evening, but we’re also expecting a big winter storm, so I don’t know how much of it will end up happening. It’ll be really cold Saturday morning but the snow isn’t supposed to start until later, so the pottery class may happen (I’ll drive instead of walking if it’s that cold), but we could get about 10 inches of snow overnight Saturday, so there’s a chance the Sunday stuff won’t happen. I don’t know if the neighbor will cancel the party or just assume we can fight our way through the snow across the street. After the pottery class, I plan on going full cozy. There will be baking, soup, and cocoa. If it’s going to snow, it would be nice if some of it would happen while I can watch it. I’ve found that it tends to snow overnight here. You wake up and there’s snow on the ground but you don’t get to watch it fall very often, and I only really like snow when it’s falling. I love to watch it fall but could do without it once it hits the ground.

The local weather people started off all “don’t buy the hype” about the storm but are now saying to make preparations, so that means grocery shopping today to beat the rush.

Winter is probably my biggest adjustment in my move from Texas to the mountains of Virginia. Summers are humid, but much cooler than in Texas, and spring and fall last longer and are glorious. But winter is colder — sort of. There’s something weird in the way the temperatures feel. We do get truly cold days, where it’s below freezing all day, and we get more snow here, but then on the days when it’s above freezing it doesn’t feel as cold as I expect from the thermometer. As a result, I’m usually overdressed when I go out, or else I resist going out because it’s cold, only to find that it isn’t that bad. Last winter, I shoveled snow while wearing a sweatshirt and leggings, and I wasn’t that cold (I did have on gloves and a hat). I’d gone out bundled up but had to shed layers while working in the sun.

I actually enjoy cooler weather, and I’d rather it be cold than hot, but I generally enjoy cold weather by being inside, wearing a sweater, with fuzzy socks on, wrapped up in a blanket, and with a cup of hot tea. I’ve been slacking off on exercise because I’ll look at the temperature and think it looks too cold to go out, but I completely lost that excuse last weekend. It was a sunny, cold day, but still above freezing, so I walked to church. It’s a little more than half a mile, and it’s not much faster to drive because I can walk right to the churchyard gate, but if I drive I have to go past the church, then go through a couple of stoplights and make left turns to get to the city parking garage behind the church, then walk from the parking garage. It is uphill both ways from my house to downtown, since the road goes up and down hills, but it’s definitely easier heading to church than heading home because I live far uphill from downtown. The main hill is big, but it’s a fairly gradual slope. When I’m driving to downtown, once I get to the crest of that hill, I just coast the rest of the way. Walking home up that hill is a bit of a trudge.

There was a brunch after church on Sunday, and when I left, it was sunny and quite pleasant. No wind, and the sun made it feel warmer. Kids were playing on the church playground. I was enjoying the walk home, thinking about how nice it is walking through a historic district and looking at all the Victorian houses along the way.

Then I got to the crest of the hill, and it looked like I was walking into a dark tunnel. Next thing I knew, I was in the middle of a blizzard. There were dark clouds, the wind was whipping around, and snow was blowing. I’m not sure how far the visibility went because I kept my head down so the snow wouldn’t blow straight into my face. I kept my eyes on the sidewalk, putting one foot in front of the other. The front of my coat was crusted with snow. I was glad I hadn’t driven because the streets in this general part of town are pretty hairy in good conditions. There are all the hills, and the streets were laid out before cars existed, so they’re pretty narrow. On that street between my home and downtown, there’s one particular part that’s treacherous, where there’s a sharp curve on a hill at a point where the road narrows. I suspect they cut into the lawns of the houses to widen the street so there are two lanes (one in each direction) plus room for parking on one side. But at this one spot, there are churches built right against the sidewalk, and they’re historic (one is on the National Register of Historic Places), so there’s no tearing them down, and the road can’t be widened there. There’s no parking in that stretch, but people do the “I’m just running in for a second” thing and park anyway. It’s supposed to be a 15 mph speed limit there, but most people ignore that. I can’t imagine trying to navigate that area with no visibility.

I only had to walk through the blizzard for a few blocks before I turned off to head to my street, and there I was sheltered from the worst of it. Then on my street I was heading away from it, so there was snow falling, but it wasn’t blowing into my face. At my house, if I looked out my front windows it was snowing, but if I looked out the back windows it was sunny. By the time I changed clothes, the sun was out all over and there was no sign that it had ever snowed. I couldn’t even see any dark clouds. It was above freezing, so the snow didn’t stick.

The TV meteorologist calls that a “flizzard.” It’s blizzard conditions but with the scope and duration of a flurry. This one was so small that it didn’t even show up on the radar unless you zoomed in. It covered that one little spot, a few blocks long and barely wider than the street, and it moved past quickly.

But Monday when I was looking at the temperature, around 42, and thinking it was so cold, I remembered that I’d walked to church when it was 33 and walked home through a blizzard, so I had no excuse. That was a pleasant walk, though I may need to find better walking shoes for cold weather. I have Skechers, and they’re ventilated. That’s great in the summer, but you don’t want a cold wind blowing through your shoes in the winter. I was wearing fleece-lined boots on Sunday, and that was perfect, but those aren’t really walk-for-exercise shoes.

This coming Sunday, it’s supposed to be in the 20s for a high and may be in the teens in the morning, so I’m going to plan to drive. By any standard, that’s a bit cold for a comfortable walk. Getting from the parking garage to the church will be bad enough.

I’m back from the holidays and diving into the new year. To update what’s been going on since my last post:

I finally got my new desk delivered. Once I had it set up, I ordered a new bookcase for the office and got it just before Christmas, so rearranging my office was my big project for the week between Christmas and the New Year. It also involved rearranging my spare room because I moved the old office bookcase in there. I still need to set up the basement with the shelves from the spare room, but that’s a project for later in the month. I also have some fine-tuning to do in the office as I decide exactly where everything needs to go, but it’s at a point where I can comfortably work in it. I took my old desk chair to the Habitat ReStore, which cleared a lot of space. The spare room now has enough floor space that I can do yoga in there again.

While I was ordering stuff, I bought a small chest freezer. I got tired of wrestling a frozen pizza out of the way every time I opened the freezer part of my refrigerator. It’s the drawer kind on the bottom of the fridge, and it doesn’t handle large things well. When I cook, I like to freeze portions of leftovers and stock up, and I’ve never really had enough room for that, and I also run into the situation where you only get good deals on meat when you buy the family pack, so I freeze the meat in portions. The little chest freezer is clearing space so I can actually find things in the fridge freezer, and I’ve got room to shop sales. Now I can bake a casserole and have room to freeze the leftovers. It paid off for me yesterday when I found that Aldi had the frozen German hard rolls on clearance. They were in large bags that I wouldn’t have been able to fit in the refrigerator freezer, but I was able to buy a bag and just drop it in the chest freezer. I also picked up some frozen entrees that were on sale for those days when I’m too busy writing to bother with cooking dinner.

The other thing I bought that has improved my life in surprising ways is a little milk frother, as I’ve gotten into making tea lattes. I’ve had chai lattes at coffee shops but usually drink my chai plain at home. Then I ran across a recipe for a London Fog latte, which is a latte made with Earl Grey tea. The recipe called for a lavender simple syrup, but I have some Earl Grey tea with lavender in it, so I thought I’d give it a try, using my immersion blender to froth the milk. I’m not normally a huge fan of Earl Grey tea, but this was really good. I then tried making a chai latte and enjoyed that. So, when I saw that milk frothers were pretty cheap at TJ Maxx, I got one. I got one that has an eggbeater attachment, as well, and that makes scrambled eggs a lot easier without having to get out the mixer. I don’t necessarily make a tea latte every day, but it’s a fun way to make a little afternoon treat, especially when I want to reward myself for getting a lot of work done. (I know that lattes are supposedly a breakfast thing in Italy, but in the morning I want the tea full-strength, with just a splash of milk, and I don’t have time or brainpower to mess with heating and frothing milk.)

After we had snow for the first half of the month, we had a fairly warm Christmas week. I went on a hike on Christmas Eve, and it wasn’t too cold for the late-night church service. Then I was able to walk to church for the Christmas morning service. I served drinks for the community Christmas lunch open to all who need it (mostly homeless and seniors) and then ate some of the leftovers afterward with the other volunteers. I then came home and collapsed and put my feet up for a nice afternoon of reading.

During the holidays, I got to work in earnest on developing the fifth Rydding Village book, and now I’m about to start writing it. One of the main characters is a potter, and while I was developing her, I saw a notice that a pottery center near me is offering a four-week intro to clay class on Saturday mornings. You get to try several techniques, like hand-sculpting and working with the pottery wheel, and you end up with some finished pieces. So, I signed up. I figure it’ll be fun, I’ll learn stuff, and I’ll meet people, and it counts as work because I’ll be getting details to use in the book. I’ll be able to describe how the clay feels and smells and have a sense of the process. And since I’ll be getting to know the teacher, I’ll have someone I can talk to if I have any specific questions. The class starts a week from Saturday. I’ll also be getting exercise because I can walk to the class.

Meanwhile, I’ve found myself re-reading the Narnia books. I’m not sure what got that started. I finished the library book I had on Christmas, and I guess I saw The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe on the “holiday” list on Disney+, probably because of the snow and the Father Christmas scene, so I pulled it off the shelf to reread, and from there I was sucked back in like I was when I discovered them as a kid. I’ve been on a portal fantasy kick lately, looking for stories about people traveling from our world to a magical land.

Now I’m trying to be good about being focused on work but also finding fun things to do when I’m not working. That’s going to be my priority this year. We’ll see how long it lasts.

For an update to Wednesday’s post, I still don’t have my package. I got to the end of the delivery window on Wednesday without it coming, they said it would come by end of day, and then they gave me a Thursday delivery window. The same thing happened again. They then gave me a delivery window for this afternoon, so we’ll see what happens. I’ve noticed that they haven’t given me the name of a driver and said he’s on his way, so I wonder if it’s actually left the distribution center. They may have loaded it onto a truck or set it aside to load onto a truck, but it may not have gone anywhere. If it is actually on a truck, you’d think their logistics system would have to give the driver a route based on the packages in the truck, and that would give them an idea of what could be delivered in a day. They might be a little outside the delivery window, but not miss delivering entirely. They keep saying they’re not delivering because of “dangerous weather,” but the last dangerous weather was nearly two weeks ago. Today’s the day when Wayfair said to contact them if I haven’t received my order yet. We’re nearly at the start of the delivery window and it’s not shown as being on a truck yet, so I’m not optimistic about today being the day.

I was hoping to finish setting up my office before Christmas so I can start the new year ready to go, but that may not happen. I bought a hospital tray-type table to go alongside the desk I have so I’ll have more working space. The desk and table are on wheels, so I can reconfigure to meet my needs. I’m not sure which I’ll use as the computer desk until I see how it works/feels. I want to replace one of my office bookcases, but I need to know how the desks are going to lay out before I order anything. Then the old office bookcase will go in the spare room and I’ll move the metal bookcase from the spare room to the basement. I need to get the basement organized to finish putting away the stuff I brought from where I was storing it at my parents’ house. So this delivery is the domino that needs to fall so I can get my life in order.

I’m taking the next couple of weeks off posting for the holiday, though it’s possible I’ll do a year in review post on New Year’s Eve or the following Friday. Right now, my Christmas Eve and Christmas will be busy. The church where I sing in the choir does a big Christmas Eve service, and fortunately this year they moved it an hour early so I should be done by 11 rather than having to stay up until midnight. Then there’s a service on Christmas morning, and then there’s a community lunch for anyone who needs a Christmas lunch. I volunteered for that last year and am doing so again. It seems to be mostly homeless and seniors. They have drivers go pick up older people who are alone for the holiday, and it’s a big, festive occasion. I’ve been invited to join someone from choir for Christmas dinner, but I think the lunch will overlap and it’s possible that I will be peopled out and exhausted by that time, so I’ll just want to come home, put on my snowflake pajamas, and watch Christmas movies while eating cheese and crackers (what I did last year — they sent me home with a plate of leftovers from the lunch, and that was my Christmas dinner).

There’s supposedly a neighborhood New Year’s Eve party at my next-door neighbor’s house, but I haven’t heard any details yet.

I’ve been weirdly lax in preparing for the holidays. I did all my shopping in October and early November and not much since then. My tree is up, but I haven’t put decorations on it other than lights. Fortunately, my new neighborhood isn’t big on decorating outside, so my wreath on the door is enough (besides, I’m near the end of a dead-end street, so no one will see it). I put a lighted garland on the stair rail this week so there’s something festive downstairs. Maybe I’ll finish decorating the tree tonight. I think I’ve gone full Episcopalian and am doing Advent, with Christmas starting on the 25th and going through until January 6. That’s when all the parties I’ve been invited to are.

Anyway, happy holidays and a joyous new year, and I’ll see you in 2026.