Ah, my year-end interactions with my family inevitably result in my
getting my yearly illness. Think it was the flu, still suffering the
swollen glands. I told my husband, I'm booking tickets for next
Thanksgiving through Christmas somewhere other than here. Every year
after the holidays, I swear next year I'll go out of town and take a
break for one year. I did it once, went to Florence, Italy and it was
wonderful, the festivities of another culture. But usually I just let
it slide and by the next year, I'm sucked in once again by the
consumerism and constant barrage of media images of warmth of home and
hearth. It ain't warm but for the too-close-booze-breath of my
sisters and brothers and gayly guzzling well-wishers. Next year, I'm
going to be looking at tinsel on palm trees and kicking off flip-flops
instead of donning painful tea-cup-heels.
Happy New Year!
drSue
Jan 7, 2005 9:08 pm