yesterday

Despite trying to get everything organized, I just fell short. I grew tired on Christmas Eve and let it slip away. But here is Christmas morning of sorts. Der Bingle on hearing me say I was editing photos, commented I always edit AmeliaJake out. So thus I start off:

Now:

Blurry Cameron

Cameron and nutcracker

Colin, who is autistic and who had a good time.

Summer

Der Bingle himself

Rummage sale Santa on little tree

Our funky 2008 tree

And, of course, the chip monk

Oh, yeah, we had a bit of excitement . . . I sat watching Alison hand out the presents to the kids and thought the big package was the XBox 360 from Der Bingle (and me). Then she handed that large, obviously light-weight package to Robert.  So I mouthed to her, “XBox?” and she looked back  blankly at me. I thought she had wrapped it, but, no, actually it was missing in non-action. Too many hiding places . . . too many covering afghans. But, I the amazing AmeliaJake, found it upstairs in the sitting room in the big flex garbage bag in which Der Bingle had brought it.

I really should have been very grateful and, therefore, festive this season. But I wasn’t, even though I kept trying to talk myself into it. The harder I worked to make myself realize things had worked out okay, the more unsteady I became. Maybe next year, I will have lived well-enough to earn Christmas spirit.

Oh, this sounds so maudlin, but I guess I mention it because if I have seemed low, it is no one’s fault. And it’s okay.