So Thanksgiving has passed. This year is going so fast! I see that the older that I get it seems like time goes by faster. Bryan and Venice went to his brother’s house for dinner and even though I had many great offers I decided to stay home and regroup. I caught up on some cleaning and went out to get a newspaper to see what the sales were but I knew that I had no ambition to go out shopping besides the fact that I am almost done with my Christmas shopping anyway. Totally off the subject! So I headed out carrying my dog in one hand and a trash bag and my planner in the other. Bryan is always the one to take out the trash and now I know why. I threw the trash bag into the dumpster and lost my grip on my planner! Not that I am too stupid to take out the trash I just usually have a million things I am taking with me. So there I am looking into a nearly empty dumpster, which makes it worse in a few ways , one now my planner which happens to be white. I got the planner on sale that is why I have a white one. Although Bryan says he likes it because “it looks like I skinned a person to get it”. Now it is sitting on the bottom of a large dumpster in which I do not want to guess the horrors that it is sitting on. I could not reach it and I could not just dive into the dumpster because it is too tall. So I run and get my husbands car and drive it up next to the dumpster planning/dreading to get on the hood of the car and jump into the dumpster from there. I look around in the car for any saving grace. I found my umbrella thinking oh I am saved I can just hook the curved handle around it and pull it up. I guess my husband neglected to tell me that at some point the handle had been broken off. With desperation setting in I took the handle-less umbrella and started to stab my planner. It started to open which could give me something better to stab but it also could get the horrible infectious black crap into the planner ruining the pages. But I have a little pocket on the outside that I was able to get the point of the umbrella into that pocket and drag the planner up the side of filth incrusted sides and up to my hand. I held it gingerly away from me and then carried it back into the house with the newspaper. Thank heavens for Clorox whips and I must say a lot of them! After that I had a nice relaxed time.
Christmas is coming and I am having a hard time wanting to do anything. This has been a hard year for me but I am trying to figure out how to just mentally to stay in a happy place and thinking about the good things that are happening. I think I have done all of my shopping but now I need to wrap and make sure I did not forget anyone.