It's just over a week until Christmas and I still don't have a single decoration up. It's not that I don't want to decorate; despite everything that's been going on recently, I'm over last year's apathy and I was actually looking forward to getting some lights and greens up. But when I pulled open the chest where I keep everything, I couldn't find the lighted wreaths that I had traditionally put up at the four front windows. I vaguely remember stashing them somewhere else 2 years ago (the last time I saw them), but I can't for the life of me remember where they are. Same story with the outdoor lights. I came up empty handed after searching all the closets and the basement, so yesterday I decided to bite the bullet and buy new ones. Nelson (the puppy) seemed up for a ride, so I put him in the back seat and headed off to the hardware store. But being so late in the season already, all they had left were some huge, garish blue blinking lights -- not exactly what I had in mind. So, I got back in the car and started off for Home Depot. Nelson seemed to be enjoying the trip, so I rolled down the back window a bit so he could stick his nose out. Whether the fresh air was too much for him I don't know, but what I do know is that at the next slow I glanced in the rear view mirror and caught a glimpse of something horrible in the back seat. I pulled over and turned around and saw that Nelson had silently released his bowels rather explosively all over the back seat. You have never seen anything so disgusting! The poor guy was just looking at me helplessly, meanwhile treading around in his own mess, trying to find somewhere to sit down. I was just stunned and decided that the best course of action would be to drive home and deal with the mess once we got back. Which is what we did. I tied Nelson up to his tree and spent the better part of half an hour wiping, scrubbing and spraying until all that remained was a vaguely bleachy smell. Thank god for leather seats! Needless to say, I still don't have any decorations. At the very least I'd like to pick up a small tree (one we can put on the chest in the corner, out of Nelson's reach), but it'll be a miracle if we can get our act together enough to make it happen. I'm really trying to keep some Christmas spirit, I swear!
In other news, I saw the doctor today. I made the appointment since it's been 10 weeks since my last period and I thought it might be nice to get my cycle back on track once and for all. It turns out that it was time for my annual twat smear, so I was able to kill two birds with one stone. My doctor was really great, actually. He told me to take the last (third) cycle of Provera/Clomid and if things didn't start up again that he would refer me to a fertility specialist. He said that since I was able to get pregnant on my own before that I probably only needed a little nudge, which the specialist would be able to help with. As he was headed toward the door he added, "And you never know, you may just get a Chrismas miracle!" Given the state of everything at home, it would be a true miracle, indeed. (Though, I say that and despite everything our "marital activities" have been on overdrive lately, most likely due to overcompensation for the gigantic holes that have been torn through the fabric of our relationship, but I'm not complaining ;) )
Anyway, this has been a terribly pedantic post about minutia of my life that have absolutely no importance. But I'm too tired for any kind of profound thinking at the moment. Maybe a glass of spiked eggnog would put me in a reflective spirit...
Animal transport lesson #1...always put a blanket down. lol
The minutiae of your life is fine to write about...with or without spiked eggnog.
Profound thinking is overrated... Go with the eggnog.
hey, bron - just wanting to know how you're doing, and wishing you a happier new year. don't disappear!
Hope you are well and that you had a nice holiday. Thinking of you.
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