I do all my best writing sitting in my living room surrounded by familiar sights and smells. I even started a novel…we’ll see how that goes.
I had a great Christmas and I hope you all did, too.
We didn’t do much. We opened presents, ate an early dinner, watched the “Criminal Minds” marathon on A&E and then went and saw my Godmother.
Oh, and we put pepperoni shingles on our gingerbread house…which is TOTALLY normal I promise.
It was quiet and nice. It was the way Christmas should be…surrounded by family and good food.
My grandmother passed away four years ago today/yesterday (Dec. 26). It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long.
In all honesty, I know it’s not fair, but I’m kind of mad at her. My family started bickering and hating each other when she passed away. My Dad wouldn’t get off the couch yesterday. He laid there in his pajamas all day watching mindless T.V. He wouldn’t even come with my mom and my sister and me to see his/my Godmother.
I get it. He’s sad. He misses his Mom, but I hate to see him that way. It breaks my heart. He’s so sad. All he kept talking about all of today and yesterday was all of my Memere’s Christmas traditions and I could see how sad he is…I don’t like to see him that way. No one should have to spend the holidays clouded by sadness.
I wish there was something I could do…
On the upside everything else is going well…4.0 GPA this semester, new boy (who is wonderful), and a nice, relaxing time at home.