I was grocery shopping with my mother (92) not so long ago and, as we inched up the line towards the cashier, I started looking at the contents of everyone's carts. Three out of four held 95% processed, packaged foods. The woman in front of us plopped an endless number of canned, boxed and frozen processed food-like things. My mother had fresh romaine, fruit, whole grain bread, vegetables. No wonder she is 92 and sharp as a tack.
I started making The List for 2016 and realized that more than half of the items were carried over from 2015. Sigh. One of the things on the list that was moved to the top was to Plan the Garden. This year was a hodge-podge of reckless abandonment, when it came to planting. And it showed. I have already pulled out the binder with my graph paper and I am determined to have it planned no later than the end of February. Let's hope my focus can hold.
I've also started to think of my resolutions for 2016 and this year I've only got three. More about those later.
More and more of the people I know are stepping away from the commercial side of the holidays. I think this may be because we are getting to the age where we have more than we need and don't want more "things". Even my friends with grandchildren are backing off - because their parents overload them and why over-overload them? There is nothing more off-putting than watching children rip through piles of gifts, glancing at them and flinging them aside, looking for something better. Gah.
This year the only overloaded residents of the Little Lucky Farm are four-footed/hoofed. Santa Jane once again made all their dreams come true. I came home from meeting a friend for a drink to find a big box on my doorstep. This sort of threw me because it was Sunday and it wasn't there yesterday, which I thought was Saturday, but now I wasn't sure. It was a USPS box, so - are they now delivering on Sunday? Are these the same people who will not cross the road to deliver a package and sit in their car, honking their horn until I am roused to don rain gear and trudge out to get it?
Anyhoo, after I dragged the box in and let the dogs out, I put on the kettle and busied myself with some of the things I ought to have done two weeks ago... When I let the dogs in, I ignored them for a few minutes until I heard the sound of cardboard - which should not make a sound. Sure enough, Miss "Nothing Escapes My Nose" Lovey had sunk her fangs in the box and was dragging it off to a quiet corner. I quickly opened it and stored the goodies. This morning, I had to count my fingers after dolling out the salmon treats. Even the sheep and llama (Santa Jane is good to ALL the LLF critters - including me) got special treats. Norman and Apria almost trampled the fence line in order to get theirs first.
I was hoping for snow for Christmas, but it seems we will be getting spring. In case I continue in the sloth-like manner (vis a vis posting), I will wish the merriest of Christmases to you all now! If I manage to drag my carcass to the computer before The Day, I will wish you even more merriment!