...like Christmas.
Sorta.
I'm alone this holiday season for the first time in several years. Some machinations by someone who I never thought would be so weaselly has made it so I can't be with a group of friends that I have come to cherish and who are extremely upset by this high school drama. Whatever.
Thursday night, I put up my sunroom Christmas tree (translation = a Craigslist tree for $5 and some white lights...it looks like hell up close, but it looks so pretty from the drive). I was feeling kinda blah in general about decorating for Christmas, even though it's something I really adore. I had put up my indoor tree and had the lights on it and was sitting there contemplating whether I should even get the rest of the stuff out of the garage when my cell phone buzzed with a text message. One of my neighbors had driven past the house and saw the lights; the text said "Your house looks so magical with all the lights...you make me want to start decorating *my* house"
So I thanked her (profusely...wanna get on my good side? Tell me you like something about my home...lol)
And I sat there some more and had a glass of wine. And did some thinking. And a little crying. And some more thinking and I decided that what this person had done to me spoke volumes about *them* and their insecurities and cruelty, and very little about me. I also decided I wasn't going to let this spoil my holiday.
So, here I am, taking a break from the decorating. I lucked out this year, because due to the big storm, an enormous evergreen tree went down in a neighbor's yard. He was kind enough to not only let me have whatever cuttings I wanted from it, but he also helped me do the clippings. My SUV is filled with what would probably retail for about $300 worth of beautiful greenery that smells heavenly. I've been collecting vintage Shiny Brite ornaments, and I'm going to have a pink tree this year.
This person used to tell me I was much too good for them, and you know what...they are very, very "correct".
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