Busy

Just call me "Sandpaper Cindy" 'cuz that's what I feel like. I have been sanding since Steven could no longer help with the projects we started. My arm aches, my wrist aches, my hand aches, and my head aches. I thought, "As soon as I get these things home, the hard part will be over." Then I thought, "As soon as I sand these, then the hard work will be over." Then I thought, "As soon as the second coat is dry, the hard work will be over." I see a pattern here.

It's not that hard. It's just that I want the things to look perfect. Joke's on me. There's no such thing outside of Harrod's.

Why do I always over schedule? Last July I had the best intentions of making a bunch of important stuff for the holidays. But I spent most of my time whipping my Marriage and Family lessons into shape. Now it is December and I am once again over-scheduled. Every family needs traditions, but I hope none of my children took after me on this one. Maybe I'll finish this creative flurry and spend the rest of The Season enjoying the month.

Tomorrow I am going to a Creche display in Bakersfield. Every year it is wonderful and the next year it gets better. Hard to imagine.

I am also preparing the ward choir for their Christmas Cantata. This year we will be doing short sections of the Messiah. As you might expect, it's challenging. We are also performing at the stake level in a concert at which I would like the choir to do well. We shall see.



This is not us. We never looked this good and we never will.

I have decided that the above pursuits represent plenty of Christmas joy for the year. Do not expect any more activity from me. Maybe I'll just administer finals, buy a carton of Peppermint Ice Cream, and veg out. Sounds good to me. What's the likelihood?