Usually, I take the whole Christmas week off. This year, I’m taking the week after. I have little to do before, these days. Hell, it wasn’t until last weekend that my kids had any sort of gameplan going.
Until I met the Girl, I spent Christmas eve alone more often than not. That started before the divorce, BTW. I’m used to it now. It was a bummer then and it left a mark. Christmas eve puts me in a funk ever since. My entire family gets together, except me. I’m never invited. Hell, I’m surprised I’ll see them today.
I’m stoic about these things. I’ll post if I’m invited. I will never invite myself.
I spent Christmas eve working, and dealing with my busted washer. It blew a drain pump. So I had to drain it and drag it outside so the water that was left could drain. I took off the pump to see what was up. A busted shaft is what’s up. So I ordered a new one. It’ll be here Monday. After that nonsense, I went over and spent the evening with my Girl. She’s not over the top for the holiday. But it’s important to me. So she still gets a gift. Even though she already got hers earlier (tires for her car), I still got her something nice. She’s an amazing woman and deserves it.
Today, I need to be up at the usual time, get the dogs fed and walked. Head to mass, where I have to usher. Get back, pack up, and head out so I can get to the daughter’s and start cooking. I’ll be doing ribeye roast and taters. The rest is up to others.
So Merry Christmas to all!
Inspected By Pat 