Thursday, December 09, 2010
It's Not Exactly Peanut Butter Jelly Time
I saw a commercial tonight that featured half a dozen or so kitchen timers and proceeded to tell me that it was "green bean casserole time." Honestly, I had no idea. But a mother and daughter were huddled around the oven door in joyous anticipation of the green bean casserole to come. If they could have presented said casserole with gold, frankincense, and myrrh, I'm sure they would have done that as well.
I have a hard enough time reconciling myself to everything I already know I am supposed to be doing and feeling. Advent tells me I'm supposed to be preparing and waiting. The weather tells me I'm supposed to be wrapping myself in hand-knit wonders and having playful impromptu snowball fights with the neighborhood children as I walk to my car. Sears tells me that TODAY is the biggest sale EVER. Sears will, in fact, tell me the exact same thing tomorrow. The calendar tells me I'm closing in on two weeks until Christmas. Retailers tell me to SPEND. My wallet tells me to WAIT. The cats tell me to feed them, the teenager tells me to ferry her, and my body tells me five hours of sleep really doesn't serve twelve hour workdays all that well.
I know it's the holiday season, and my inner clock just isn't in sync. The best I can come up with at the moment is that it is Wednesday for five more minutes, and tomorrow it will be Thursday. Will I be ready for tinsel and trees and cookies and milk? Is it time for ho ho ho?
No No No.
Tomorrow it will only be time for Thursday. It will be time for working, for commuting, for final lessons and for final exams. Maybe once I get past the next few days I can bring up a few decorations from the basement. Maybe my holiday spirit is down there as well, partying with the Ghost of Hoarders Past and Clean Sweep Future. I'll let you know how it goes.