Washed the floors today, for the first time in five months a week. Of all the jobs to be done around the house, I hate washing floors the most. I sweep daily, I shovel out the basement now and then, and I keep the bathrooms decent, but I just can’t, can’t seem to wash the floors. I would rather chew glass than wash floors. I would rather walk 500 kms to see Bjork in concert than wash floors. I would rather watch Kickin’ it Old Sk00l 100 times than wash floors.
No, I take that back about Kickin’ it Old Sk00l. I would rather wash 100 floors than endure that again.
Anyway. Moving right along:
All is well in Blether Land. We put up our Christmas decorations, and I had the same epiphany that I had last year but had forgotten. I’m really, really going to cut back on the Christmas baking I’m doing this year. This year I mean it. I plan to just make shortbread cookies, no more than 2 dozen tarts, some Vanillekipferl and gingerbread. That’s it. Well, maybe one tiny batch of Florentine triangles. And some rum balls. But no Nanaimo bars, no Peppermint Twists, no Peanut Butter balls, no shortbread. And no chocolates.
I’m of two minds about my less-is-more baking resolution. On the one hand, it’s just crazy to make dozens and dozens of treats, then spend a month overindulging, feeling mildly nauseous but still unable to stop. On the other hand, it’s a bit Scroogey to not make many cookies. Where’s the love? Where’s the Christmas cheer? Where’s the warmth of the Christmas hearth?
I’m going now, but I want to say one more thing: You know what’s the best thing about not homeschooling this year? the Christmas concerts. I get to go to a Christmas concert at church, and one at school, too. I think Christmas concerts are the best thing since sliced bread, I could go to them every night. I get all cozy just thinking about those cute little pudgy cheeked kids up there singing their little hearts out under the bright lights. Ooohhhh…. I can hardly wait.
