Hit-and-run Holidays
2004-12-21, 11:51 a.m.

We�re back home, but it�s more of a pass-through than a nestle-down homecoming.

We arrived Sunday afternoon, hit the ground running and haven�t slowed for a pit stop yet. We wrestled the keys for our new house from the realtor, carted in our new living room furniture, snagged a deal on a kitchen table and chairs, and I�ve been choosing paint colors in a perpetual twilight state. After the holidays, and after resolution of the sleep deprivation issue, we�ll discover what colors with which we�re actually decking our new halls. Pray for no �WHAT WERE WE THINKING?� revelations.

Hubby and family are doing well, and took his father�s passing with grace and relief. I will forever remember his funeral for the laughter. FIL had a great sense of humor which radiated through the service. The pastor related a few of FIL�s jokes and remembrances from the family which had the whole church chuckling. It was less a time of grieving and more of a celebration of a life well led. There are things worse than death, and the suffering he�s done for the past few years certainly counts. He�s with Jesus and we rejoice. But we will miss him.

Time now to finish preparations for the annual Drive-By Christmas Ambush. Thursday to my mother�s to perform slave labor and ready the house for her big Christmas Eve drop-in, then the fat man deposits far too many gifts in her living room, we stuff ourselves silly, load up the car and pickup like a Beverly Hillbillies caravan, head to MIL�s for Christmas Day, and leave out the day after for ho ho home. Don�t blink or you�ll miss us.

Hubby�s just home from work with a bad cold, puffy eyes underlined with Doonesbury-esque circles, and the sad puppy dawg expression that begs for some old-fashioned pitying. I�ll be digging out the cold medicine and wishing everyone on here a very Merry Christmas and the best of everything.

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