Merry Christmas All!
Yes, it is Christmas Day, 2012 and a mighty odd one, I might add. I am glad I have gotten old enough to just accept that things aren't always going to turn out the way you planned and to just get on with it -- the whole lemons/lemonade thing.
I didn't feel good all last week and, actually several days prior to that but I was busy and didn't pay much attention. Bad move. I have lived in Texas (aka Mountain Cedar Hell Hole) all my life and all my life I have been a mess from December to March. Whatever made me think this year would be different? I usually start looking at pollen charts around Thanksgiving so I can get a heads up on the progress of the little yellow blooming buggers but I failed to do that this year until day before yesterday when I was hit like a ton of brick with raging allergy symptoms. The mountain cedar count was at the very top of the published chart and there I was outside actually breathing! I started with a cough, day before yesterday, and then yesterday I was a complete disaster but went ahead and attended church and went to my daughters for Christmas Eve dinner which was lovely -- our traditional Tex-Mex fare. However, I was miserable and couldn't wait to get home to swallow some Benadryl and Mucinex and go to bed.
We were supposed to get up early this morning and head to daughter's house to watch Bean open her gifts. However, that didn't happen. We were awakened in the night by a thunderstorm complete with severe lightening and hail. Dear daughter phoned me at 5:45 and said not to come, it was pretty treacherous out there which was fine because it took me three hours to get the allergy symptoms under control. In that three hours we went from thunderstorms to sleet to snow. It snowed all afternoon and has finally stopped but the temperature is below freezing so it is now an ice rink outside. I am just thankful that nobody has to go to work tomorrow. They were reporting that the sanding trucks and snow plows were ready to go but the first thing that happened was one of the sand trucks turned over. Let it suffice to say that Texans don't do ice and/or snow well. At all.
We missed out on Christmas dinner with Dear Daughter tonight. She and her British hubby had a traditional British dinner complete with Yorkshire pudding, thanks to her mother-in-law who is visiting. They enjoyed the traditional crackers and, the last I heard, the new stuffed Mickey Mouse doll was wearing a paper hat out of the cracker!
We had a lovely dinner ourselves, though. We had grilled steak, baked potatoes and sauteed spinach and mushrooms. We didn't have any dessert because Hubs did a lot of damage to the Welsh cakes that I made and his blood sugar was just a bit elevated -- a big bit. So, now we are watching "The Bourne Legacy", the new Bourne movie which he received as a gift in his little gift bag.
I don't like being sick and I really don't like having my plans changed but all in all we had a nice holiday. I guess the snow was a nice touch and, since I don't feel well, I won't be getting out anyway but a little sunshine would have been nice. Oh well, they say that will be tomorrow so I plan on a nice sleep and hopefully waking to a less allergy-ridden me.
I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday and look forward to a happy New Year.