This Life

I am positively giddy with life right now. I am this close to finishing my 110 holiday cards, this close to getting all the presents wrapped (another one came today – yay), this close to getting a menu together for my sister’s holiday party. Everything is coming together and I haven’t stressed about a thing. Not even once. Haven’t broken out in hives in worry. Life is good right now. If I were in my normal mind, I would find a way to say, “too good to be true so something bad is bound to happen…” but, I’m not feeling that vibe right now. Maybe it’s the good mail day: a pic of my beautiful nephews, two Christmas cards from people I normally don’t hear from, an announcement of a friend being in town for the holidays, AT’s gift on the doorstep, andand a n d   a notice saying I have one payment left on Bug. I thought I had until February to suffer through car payments. If I had been paying attention to what I was paying I should have expected this. I should have seen it coming, really. I always overpay my bills. Call it a lack of math skills, call it laziness, call it what you will, but I always round up when paying something. Not to the nearest Washington….to the nearest Hamilton. It makes balancing the checkbook easier. I don’t do this on all the bills, just the ones that have an end in sight – like a car payment.
Or maybe this good mood comes from the good moves – we’re going to R & C’s holiday get-together and uncharacteristically, I am looking forward to it. Not a single DoIHaveTo in sight because I want to. I’m bringing gifts for the special faces and the special place. There is happiness in the bringing. Seriously. Later tonight, we’ll move to Pittsfield for sirsy. I have gifts for the band. A band of gifts for the giving. Flute. Drum. Guitar. I’m looking forward to the show but know we won’t stay entirely. Two parties tomorrow…
If it’s not the mail or the moving, maybe it’s my mother. She called this morning and we talked 2007. She hadn’t gotten my card. She didn’t know about Christmas on the island. The surprise in her voice was happiness to my heart.
If it’s not the mail, moving, or mom – maybe it’s the mea culpa I’m experiencing. There are people out of my life that I want to acknowledge. Maybe because it’s Christmastime, maybe because the dislike is not so Dis anymore. I’m certainly not looking for peace, love and happiness…but I can hope for something like it.