December 24, 2007 Day 249
I really hate the holiday season. Our son Eric flies to Florida by himself every year at this time in order to avoid it. Neighbors come over with home-baked goodies--a tradition I stupidly started the year we moved here. If family is not around, one can't help but be depressed. If they are around, there is too much eating and drinking and not enough exercise.
My clients are testy because they don't understand why they can't get what they ordered by Christmas. I have to get out cards to my business mailing list, write a holiday letter, and send it to our family and friends. We are not religous people, so the holiday means nothing in that sense. But culturally, my family has celebrated Christmas forever, and Adrian's family celebrates Hanukah. We feel obligated to go through the motions.
Writing this makes me think I should do something different next year. If I can't insert a sincere goodwill in my holiday cards, what's the point in sending them? If I'm too fat and exhausted to enjoy visitors, why should I invite them?
Last night we stayed up late and slept until 10 a.m. Groggily, I made today's drawing in browns and tans:
Drawing #254 14" x 11"
I went out and bought a 12 pound turkey to cook tomorrow, when Blixy and her family will come to celebrate Christmas. The holiday drummer marches on.
Next year I'm planning two weeks in a warm, exotic place where nobody knows how to spell Xmas. Does one exist?
(Note: There is a gap between the dates I'm writing and posting in order to give me time to get ahead.)
