It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. The four inches of snow we got yesterday has put me in the Christmas spirit. I started my day off w/ an hour-and-a-half of removing snow from my driveways, sidewalks, and the sidewalks for three of my neighbors. Once the snow blower gets going, it just doesn't know how and where to stop. My younger daughter's Christmas concert was this afternoon......she's so talented........she had a flute solo......I'm so proud. She has certainly blossomed during her sophomore year. I swear I just blinked, and she became a woman.
After the concert, I picked up a Christmas tree. This is the first year I've done it by myself.....my daughters said they care more about the decorating of it than the choosing of it. While getting the tree ready to put in the stand, I had to trim off some of the lower branches and cut off about three inches of the trunk. I'm very accustomed to using a bow saw, but I can tell that I've lost some upper body strength. I think this has more to do w/ being 47 than the lymphoma. I got the sawing done, but I had to dig deep. I remember this asshole of a teacher that I taught w/ at Urbandale High School. He said that women could never play football b/c we didn't have the stamina to keep pushing even when we had nothing left. I wish I would've had the courage then to tell him that he had no idea what it's like to keep pushing when you have nothing left until you've given birth. That's how I felt tonight cutting through that tree trunk. And when that three-inch piece hit the ground, I felt like I'd pushed out a baby, yet I still found the strength to lift it into the stand and carry it into the garage. Stamina, my ass.
My house is a mess right now as I'm cleaning and taking down all the things that will be replaced w/ Christmas decorations. This is the icky stage, but Mom always said that you have to make a mess to clear a mess. At this rate, my house should look gorgeous.....in about three days.
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