So, today is Festivus. A day when you can air the grievances and engage in the feats of strength. And also to recognize the most mundane of the festivus miracles….
We lost Meathead last week. For all the facts and commentary, use your Google-Fu. But my personal opinion is it was more likely inadequately treated mental illness……
The Big Bryant Family Reunion (Christmas) was held a week and half ago. It was planned in July, and I booked the time off right away. It was held he day before Hannukah and I didn’t give anyone a dreidel or a menorah for the gift exchange. I thought about it, but decided against it.
My siblings had their Christmas gathering Sunday morning, mainly to visit Dad. My schedule was to work both Saturday and Sunday nights. I was originally planning to attend and hang out with Dad, and then call off work Sunday night (I had the available sick time to cover it). What happened was when I got up to get ready for work Saturday, my blood sugar crashed. Hard. I tried to go to work, and I even made it to the bus stop. But was so incoherent I couldn’t even read the time table. So I ended up having to call off Saturday night. And I missed the Sunday get-together with Dad. Worked Sunday night as usual and Monday morning, I called Dad. A 16+ minute phone call. I highly recommend it.
So, tell your loved about all the ways they’ve disappointed you this year. Then pin the head of household. And remember, the most important part of your Christmas shopping is the procrastination….
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