My Pain Rant continues, though it’s gone from 100 to about 15 in the last 10 days. I’m babying it along and have a follow-up with the doctor on Monday.
In the meantime, I’m working on not getting in a hurry… At Christmastime, when there are so many demands, it’s a real work of Zen. Be Here Now. Everything will be done on time. It makes me realize that all that hurrying isn’t necessary. I’ve been crippled up for a couple of weeks now, and yet it’s all done or getting done with plenty of time to spare. The NYC gifts are being delivered daily. The cards have been mailed, the cookies are baked. The Eville presents are wrapped and ready for delivery…
I’m coming to grips with the undeniable fact that I have some control issues (shh…don’t tell the kids I admitted it). It came to the forefront as I was letting Casey “help” me with baking, you know, just putting the cookie dough on the baking sheets and into the oven, then taking them out and cooling them…it turned out more like “not like that” “don’t put that there” “only let them sit one minute” …. suddenly, I walked smack into my kitchen island, banging my sore hip on the (thankfully rounded) corner. I limped on back to my comfortable chair and Let It Go. It all turned out fine, as you probably could guess.
By the way, I made a new recipe for oatmeal cookies this year. I added banana, cutting back 1/4 cup of butter on the Quaker’s Best Oatmeal Cookies. It is delicious.
Tonight we’re going to Olivia’s Winter Christmas Concert, where she will perform with the 4th and 5th grade choir. I think I’ll have to stand, but that will be fine!