I've always wanted to do a Christmas letter, but never quite got around to it. This year, I was determined to, in the words of that great observer of human nature--Larry the Cable Guy--get 'er done. I wish I could have posted this for those friends for whom I don't have a mailing or email address as it looks on the stationery I used (pretty cool, but I've had it a lonnnnng time and probably won't be able to buy it anymore).
(This is our 22nd year with our little tree.
I may write a book about it. Seriously.)
2016 has been a mixed bag--and no, I'm not talking about the Presidential election. The less said about that, the better. Collin had to quit his job. After seventeen years of working in restaurants, he could barely walk. A bone scan showed arthritis in both feet and, to a lesser degree, both knees. That turned out to be a blessing in disguise. He left IHOP in July, and in September, started a new job. He now works at home, on the phone and computer. He has holidays off (yay!) and full benefits, including vacations and discounts at fun places like Universal Studios' theme parks! And now, he doesn't even limp--thank God! As for me, I've come to the conclusion that getting old is like having the warranty expire on your car. Once you turn sixty, everything stops working. I have arthritis--first in my left knee, now pretty much everywhere. I need a cane to walk most of the time, but because of the arthritis in my hands, gripping the cane is difficult. I also have a hiatal hernia, which means my stomach isn't where it's supposed to be. Come to think of it, none of my innards are where they're supposed to be. I don't know why this surprises me. I'm still epileptic. My brain still misfires on a regular basis. And I have another geezer curse: cataracts. Between the poor eyesight and the arthritic hands, I now have to dictate everything. If my mouth stops working, I'm in big trouble (though Collin might consider that a blessing)! In spite of all the malfunctions, I'm still writing, to a degree. I'm reissuing all of my old books through an indie publisher. His expectations for them are much higher than mine. After all, most of them have been around for 20-30 years. Most of the readers who wanted to read them already have! And with six of the books now available, what's getting the most positive attention? The weekly installments of Sucker-Punched, an episodic story about five brothers who are all pro wrestlers, here on my blog. Go figure. We may be moving into a bigger place in the spring. I've been saying it's because Collin needs an office but the truth is that our Minion population has grown so much, they need their own room!
(And this isn't all of them. Not even close!)
This year, we will be having Christmas dinner at home--and no, not takeout, in spite of requests from the fire department that I not cook (they want to celebrate at home, too). Collin will be home, and he knows how to use the fire extinguishers. It's just the two of us now. Dad's been gone 25 years (26 as of next month); we lost Mom 18 years ago. All of our non-human family members have crossed the Rainbow Bridge--Sam Too was the last, five years ago. Collin and I will have a (hopefully) nice dinner and watch Christmas movies all day. Our Christmas wish for you is a peaceful, happy day with family and close friends. Be thankful, and grateful for those you still have with you.