The new world.
Not that I'm complaining, because I'm not. It's just how things are. There's a host of gems available to me now that I would have surely missed out on had I not been directed down this pathway.
Gaia Girl works on Christmas eve and a portion of Christmas day too. She is greatly needed in her profession and excellent in what she does.
Being in retail, I too will be working on Christmas eve. The store has to be open after all. This is how retail works. In order to do better than break even, you must take the good with the bad. Even if the employee wages and the electricity aren't covered by the sales of the day. Sunday, Christmas day, we have off. Come Monday, it's back to the same old grind.
Ahh! Working retail.
The new world.
Not that I'm complaining, because I'm not.
But you know, I review that past and count many more stress filled and unhappy Christmas days than I do days of comfort and joy. I'm glad to be easing into a sleepy Sunday morning, feeding that cats, putting on the coffee and feeding the chickens. Gaia girl will arrive home around two and we'll click on the radio and make some pizza. We'll exchange a few gifts and we'll ease into a warm fire and a pajama filled evening. In the late afternoon, I'll collect the eggs and talk to the girls and bring them their silly little treat of cheap white bread. I'll bend down to scratch their butts and the Barred Rocks will fluff to twice their size.
And the pizza? My favorite food. On Christmas day or otherwise. It may very well be the last Christmas that I will spend in this house. I raised four kids here. I have many memories here; both good and bad. I feel that it may be time to move on. And regardless of my feelings on the subject I may be forced to move on; move out.
The new world.
Not that I'm complaining, because I'm not.
2 comments:
Before enlightenment: chop wood and carry water.
After enlightenment: drink beer and eat pizza.
My favorite too.
works for me.
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